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VI.

Marsile his council closed:--"My Lords, ye shall Set forth;--an olive branch bear in each hand: And in my name adjure King Carlemagne That by his God he mercy have on me; And ere a month be past, he shall behold Me follow with a thousand faithful knights, There to submit myself to Christian law And be his man in love and faith; and if He hostages require, them shall he have." Quoth Blancandrin:--"Good treaty will be yours." Aoi.