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So Guenelun, before the King there, stood;Lusty his limbs, his face of gentle hue;

Were he loyal, right baron-like he'd looked.

He saw those Franks, and all who'ld judge his doom, And by his side his thirty kinsmen knew.

After, he cried aloud; his voice was full:

"For th' Love of God, listen to me, baruns!

I was in th' host, beside our Emperour, Service I did him there in faith and truth.

Hatred of me had Rollant, his nephew;

So he decreed death for me and dolour.

Message I bare to king Marsiliun;

By my cunning I held myself secure.

To that fighter Rollant my challenge threw, To Oliver, and all their comrades too;Charles heard that, and his noble baruns.

Vengeance I gat, but there's no treason proved."Answered the Franks: "Now go we to the moot.