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The Emperor sitteth
in Aix again,
With Gan, the felon,
in iron chain,
The very palace walls
beside,
By serfs unto a stake
was tied.
They bound his hands
with leathern thong,
Beat him with staves
and cordage strong;
Nor hath he earned a
better fee.
And there in pain awaits
his plea.
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’Tis written in
the ancient geste,
How Karl hath summoned
east and west.
At La Chapelle assembled
they;
High was the feast and
great the day—
Saint Sylvester’s,
the legend ran.
The plea and judgment
then began
Of Ganelon, who the
treason wrought,
Now face to face with
his Emperor brought.
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“Lords, my barons,”
said Karl the king,
“On Gan be righteous
reckoning:
He followed in my host
to Spain;
Through him ten thousand
Franks lie slain
And slain was he, my
sister’s son,
Whom never more ye look
upon,
With Olivier the sage
and bold,
And all my peers, betrayed
for gold.”
“Shame befall
me,” said Gan, “if I
Now or ever the deed
deny;
Foully he wronged me
in wealth and land,
And I his death and
ruin planned:
Therein, I say, was
treason none.”
They said, “We
will advise thereon.”
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Count Gan to the Emperor’s
presence came,
Fresh of hue and lithe
of frame,
With a baron’s
mien, were his heart but true.
On his judges round
his glance he threw,
And on thirty kinsmen
by his side,
And thus, with mighty
voice, he cried:
“Hear me, barons,
for love of God.
In the Emperor’s
host was I abroad—
Well I served him, and
loyally,
But his nephew, Roland,
hated me:
He doomed my doom of
death and woe,
That I to Marsil’s
court should go.
My craft, the danger
put aside,
But Roland loudly I
defied,
With Olivier, and all
their crew,
As Karl, and these his
barons, knew.
Vengeance, not treason,
have I wrought.”
“Thereon,”
they answered, “take we thought.”
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When Ganelon saw the
plea begin,
He mustered thirty of
his kin,
With one revered by
all the rest—
Pinabel of Sorrence’s
crest.
Well can his tongue
his cause unfold,
And a vassal brave his
arms to hold.
“Thine aid,”
said Ganelon, “I claim;
To rescue me from death
and shame.”
Said Pinabel, “Rescued
shalt thou be.
Let any Frank thy death
decree,
And, wheresoe’er
the king deems meet,
I will him body to body
greet,
Give him the lie with
my brand of steel.”
Ganelon sank at his
feet to kneel.
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