In Rencesvals is Charles entered, Begins to weep for those he finds there dead;Says to the Franks: "My lords, restrain your steps, Since I myself alone should go ahead, For my nephew, whom I would find again.
At Aix I was, upon the feast Noel, Vaunted them there my valiant chevaliers, Of battles great and very hot contests;With reason thus I heard Rollant speak then:
He would not die in any foreign realm Ere he'd surpassed his peers and all his men.
To the foes' land he would have turned his head, Conqueringly his gallant life he'ld end."Further than one a little wand could send, Before the rest he's on a peak mounted.
