But the count Guenes did deeply meditate;Cunning and keen began at length, and spake Even as one that knoweth well the way;And to the King: "May God preserve you safe, The All Glorious, to whom we're bound to pray Proud Charlemagne this message bids me say:
You must receive the holy Christian Faith, And yield in fee one half the lands of Spain.
If to accord this tribute you disdain, Taken by force and bound in iron chain You will be brought before his throne at Aix;Judged and condemned you'll be, and shortly slain, Yes, you will die in misery and shame."King Marsilies was very sore afraid, Snatching a dart, with golden feathers gay, He made to strike: they turned aside his aim.
AOI.
