Song and Legend From the Middle Ages | Page 7

Ganelon, and when he meets Marsile he makes a treacherous plot by which Charlemagne is to be induced to go back to France, with Roland in command of the rear guard. The plan works, and when the advanced party of the French army is out of reach, the Saracens fall upon the rear guard in the pass of Roncevalles and completely destroy it. The death of Roland, the return and grief of the king, and his vengeance on the pagans form the central incident of the poem. Ganelon is afterwards tried for his treachery, condemned, and executed.
THE SONG OF ROLAND.
Stanza I.--?The king, our Emperor Carlemaine,?Hath been for seven full years in Spain.?From highland to sea hath he won the land;?City was none might his arm withstand;?Keep and castle alike went down--?Save Saragossa, the mountain town.?The King Marsilius holds the place,?Who loveth not God, nor seeks His grace:?He prays to Apollin, and serves Mahound;?But he saved him not from the fate he found.
King Marsile held a council and decided to offer Charlemagne a feigned submission. Karl summons his council to consider this.
Stanza 8.--?King Karl is jocund and gay of mood,?He hath Cordres city at last subdued;?Its shattered walls and turrets fell?By catapult and mangonel;?Not a heathen did there remain?But confessed himself Christian or else was slain.?The Emperor sits in an orchard wide,?Roland and Olivier by his side:?Samson the duke, and Anseis proud;?Geoffrey of Anjou, whose arm was vowed?The royal gonfalon to rear;?Gereln, and his fellow in arms, Gerier:?With them many a gallant lance,?Full fifteen thousand of gentle France.?The cavaliers sit upon carpets white?Playing at tables for their delight;?The older and sager sit at chess,?The bachelors fence with a light address.?Seated underneath a pine,?Close beside an eglantine,?Upon a throne of beaten gold,?The lord of ample France behold;?White his hair and beard were seen,?Fair of body, and proud of mien,?Who sought him needed not ask, I ween.?The ten alight before his feet,?And him in all observance greet.
The treacherous plot has succeeded. Charles, with the main part of his army, has gone ahead, the Saracens have fallen on the rear-guard, and are destroying it. Oliver begs Roland to sound his wonderful horn and summon aid.
Stanza 87.--?"O Roland, sound on your ivory horn,?To the ear of Karl shall the blast be borne:?He will bid his legions backward bend,?And all his barons their aid will lend."?"Now God forbid it, for very shame,?That for my kindred were stained with blame,?Or that gentle France to such vileness fell:?This good sword that hath served me well,?My Durindana such strokes shall deal,?That with blood encrimsoned shall be the steel.?By their evil star are the felons led;?They shall all be numbered among the dead!"
Stanza 88.--?"Roland, Roland, yet wind one blast!?Karl will hear ere the gorge be passed,?And the Franks return on their path fall fast!?"I will not sound on mine ivory horn:?It shall never be spoken of me in scorn,?That for heathen felons one blast I blew;?I may not dishonour my lineage true.?But I will strike, ere this fight be o'er,?A thousand strokes and seven hundred more,?And my Durindana will drip with gore.?Our Franks shall bear them like vassals brave.?The Saracens shall flock but to find a grave."
Stanza 89.--?"I deem of neither reproach nor stain.?I have seen the Saracen host of Spain,?Over plain and valley and mountain spread,?And the regions hidden beneath their tread.?Countless the swarm of the foe, and we?A marvellous little company."?Roland answered him, "All the more?My spirit within me burns therefore.?God and the angels of heaven defend?That France through me from her glory bend.?Death were better than fame laid low.?Our Emperor loveth a downright blow."
At last Roland blows his horn, but it is too late. All the Moors are slain or routed, but so are all the Franks save Roland, and he has received his death blow.
Stanza 195--?That Death was on him he knew full well;?Down from his head to his heart it fell.?On the grass beneath a pinetree's shade,?With face to earth his form he laid,?Beneath him placed he his horn and sword,?And turned his face to the heathen horde.?Thus hath he done the sooth to show,?That Karl and his warriors all may know,?That the gentle count a conqueror died.?Mea Culpa full oft he cried;?And, for all his sins, unto God above,?In sign of penance, he raised his glove.
Stanza 197.--?Beneath a pine was his resting-place,?To the land of Spain hath he turned his face.?On his memory rose full many a thought?Of the lands he won and the fields he fought;?Of his gentle France, of his kin and line;?Of his nursing father King Karl benign;?He may not the tear and sob control,?Nor yet forgets he his parting soul.?To God's compassion he makes his cry:?"O Father true, who canst not lie,?Who didst Lazarus raise unto life again,?And Daniel shield in the lions' den;?Shield my soul from its peril, due?For