Says Clarien: "My lady, say not that!
We're messengers from pagan Baligant;
To Marsilies, he says, he'll be warrant, So sends him here his glove, also this wand.
Vessels we have, are moored by Sebres bank, Barges and skiffs and gallies four thousand, Dromonds are there -- I cannot speak of that.
Our admiral is wealthy and puissant.
And Charlemagne he will go seek through France And quittance give him, dead or recreant."Says Bramimunde: "Unlucky journey, that!
Far nearer here you'll light upon the Franks;For seven years he's stayed now in this land.
That Emperour is bold and combatant, Rather he'ld die than from the field draw back;No king neath heav'n above a child he ranks.
Charles hath no fear for any living man.
