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by Newth, Michael A. H. ;


  They sought their leave and, gaining it, they tackled

  Their journey home, with no desire to tarry.

  They climbed the hills, they clambered down the valleys,

  And had their fill of woes that come with travel.

  Back home again, as soon as they had anchored,

  They sought their king and found him in his palace,

  2190 Together with one hundred of his barons,

  Both brave and wise, in one assembly gathered.

  59. How his envoys reported back to the Eastern king

  THE MESSENGERS were men of hardy ilk:

  Through hill and vale they journeyed on until

  They reached their town that Constantine had built,

  And found their king with all his baronage.

  His heart was glad – because he had and hid

  His daughter there, alive and well with him!

  If mighty Charles the King had known of this,

  He would himself have breathed a sigh of bliss:

  2200 He loved her more than any living thing.

  The envoys said: “Fine Emperor and king:

  We’ve spoken with King Charlemagne and with

  His counsellor Duke Naimon, who of wit

  Must truly be the wisest man there is!

  The King refused to send the gold you wish.

  He didn’t fear your threat of war one bit,

  And met your charge, at once, by saying this:

  ‘My land is filled with heroes to the brim!

  With them in hand I’m not in fear of his!’

  2210 On hearing this, the Eastern monarch quipped:

  “Before too long, if God will let me live,

  King Charles will know without a doubt, I think,

  Which hand of ours may claim the stronger grip!”

  60. How the Eastern king assembled his forces

  THE EASTERN KING, on hearing from his envoys

  The fierce response that Charlemagne had sent him,

  Was most dismayed, but not afraid whatever.

  Advised at once by all of those attending,

  He called to arms the forces of his empire.

  No fortresses or cities were exempted

  2220 From sending forth their full amount of levies.

  Within a month already he’d assembled

  Some sixty thousand men, well-armed and ready.

  If all advanced on Charlemagne, God help him!

  61. How the Eastern king prepared for war

  THE EASTERN KING, with no delaying, sent

  His call to arms across his mighty realm.

  No fortresses or cities were exempt

  From sending forth their levied complement.

  In helms of green, his liegemen, kin and friends

  Surrounded him – some sixty thousand men,

  2230 With palfreys and swift-running destriers.

  The king did more: fair Blancheflor was dressed

  At his decree to look her regal best,

  As was indeed her little son as well.

  With all astir, good Varocher himself

  Could not for long contain his wish to help,

  And made himself a weapon there and then

  That filled his heart, and hand, with great content:

  A mighty club, all gnarled from end to end,

  A pounding pole of fearsome weight and length

  2240 He carried hence no matter where he went!

  The Eastern king arranged his ranks and left

  For lovely France with anger in his breast.

  God help the French and Charlemagne, who yet

  Was caught inside the trap Macaire had set!

  62. How the Eastern king advanced on Paris

  THE KING WHO HELD Constantinople’s shore

  And every shire, advanced his army north.

  He took with him his daughter Blancheflor,

  Together with her handsome little boy

  And Varocher who, no way overawed

  2250 By any there, was many’s peer and more!

  The army rode, and, zealous in their cause,

  Arrived in France before they called a halt

  Upon the fields outside the city walls

  Of Paris, and erected tents galore.

  On seeing this, King Charles the Emperor

  Wept bitterly from dusk to early dawn.

  He summoned then the duke his counsellor:

  “Naimon,” he sighed, “my heart is sad and sore

  To see myself embroiled in such a war!

  2260 Alas my eyes e’er saw you, Blancheflor!

  Ah, Lord Macaire, so fawning and so false,

  Alas the day I welcomed you to court!

  You paid me back with treachery and scorn

  That reft from me a wife, her honour shorn,

  And Aubri’s life, so wrongfully cut short!”

  Duke Naimon cried: “You sound surprised, my lord,

  And yet you knew how many times before

  The clan Mayence had robbed and cheated yours,

  And brought your plans and many a man’s to naught!

  2270 May God above rain curses on them all!”

  63. How Naimon spoke out

  DUKE NAIMON SPOKE, without the slightest smile:

  “True Emperor,” he cried, “are you surprised?

  The clan Mayence and those to them allied

  Have put us in so deep a hole this time

  I do not know, in truth, what to advise!

  We tripped ourselves and now we’re trapped inside

  A pit so deep my wits can’t see the light!

  We’re caught in here, surrounded by such knights

  Who should befriend and help us out, by rights,

  2280 Yet sit around to watch us starve and die!

  And if we don’t, they’ll give us such a fight

  As France before has never had to bide.

  May God above and blessed Mary shine

  Their wisdom’s light, for I have failed with mine!

  When I recall that all my geste alike

  Were brought to naught by treachery and lies,

  My anger’s such it drives my reason blind!

  So help me God, a man in such a mind

  Should not be asked to offer counsel, Sire!”

  64. How Naimon continued to speak out

  2290 THE DUKE SPOKE ON, his face a mask of anguish:

  “Lord Emperor, nor I or any baron

  Can see a way out of this sombre matter.

  When I recall how justice was miscarried

  With Blancheflor, his daughter, in this palace,

  How much she bore in sore alarm and sadness,

  I’m not surprised her father is so angry

  He’ll not relent or take a penny’s ransom.

  No better route remains for us to travel

  Than out of here, prepared as best we can do

  2300 To save our lives upon the field of battle.

  I’d rather strive in sunlight than in shadows!”

  Said Charlemagne: “I’m with you there, good vassal!”

  On saying this, he called to arms his barons,

  And knights galore bestrode their horses’ saddles,

  As he bestowed the Oriflamme, his standard,

  On Ysoré, and Ogier and Fagon,

  And Beliant of Besançon, his captains.

  He ordered these to carry forth his banner

  And fly it high before the Eastern magnate.

  65. How Charlemagne armed his men

  2310 THE KING HIMSELF had no desire to wait.

  He set his ranks and armed them straightaway �


  Some thirty thousand men on destriers –

  And gave his flag, the famous Oriflamme,

  To Isoré, Naimon and Ogier.

  The bars were raised to open up the gates,

  And then they left, whoever wept or wailed.

  On learning this, the king beneath whose sway

  The Eastern See and all its cities lay,

  Bade all his knights to saddle up the same:

  2320 Ten thousand more he had than Charlemagne!

  You’d like to know, I’m sure, of Varocher:

  Well, he was not too badly off, I’d say.

  He had no mount, no mare or destrier,

  But followed in the infantry’s brigade,

  His mighty club held closely all the way.

  And as he looked upon the hosts arrayed,

  He thought at once about his home again –

  About his wife and children left that day

  He’d found the queen inside a woodland-glade,

  2330 Then risked his life to guide and keep her safe.

  Though, if you’d seen his swinging pole upraised,

  He would have seemed more Satan-like than saint!

  He didn’t ride, in front, beside the great,

  But strode behind with all the squires, and made

  Himself their lord and warden well-obeyed!

  As such, he did one wondrous thing that day:

  He knew the tracks and how to find his way

  Both back to town and all around the plain

  Where Charles’s knights of greatest might were placed.

  2340 And so, at dawn, when morning still was grey,

  In squire’s disguise he swiftly slipped his way

  Inside the camp where Charles himself was lain,

  Right up to where their richest tents were placed,

  And where he knew the finest horses grazed.

  Upon the best he slipped a leading-rein

  And led it off, whoever wept or wailed!

  And then, when back among his rank again,

  He cried aloud: “Mountjoy, young knights and brave!”

  With ringing voice he roused them all awake:

  2350 “You slugabeds! Come rise and shine today!

  For I’ve just been to Charles’s camp and claimed

  For my delight his finest destrier!

  Now Charles himself won’t have the choice you may!”

  On hearing this, the squires were most amazed

  Until they rose and saw the plunder gained!

  If you had seen those youngsters rise and race

  To seize their arms and steal a horse that they

  Could spur against the ranks of Charlemagne!

  So when the King prepared himself that day,

  2360 Not only his but every destrier

  Of highest worth had gone without a trace!

  Duke Naimon spoke, to vent his own dismay:

  “So many times I’ve told you, Charlemagne:

  The clan Mayence has brought you naught but pain!

  The only clan we trusted well, in faith,

  Was that of him whom now you stand against!

  He wants the Queen his daughter fair of face,

  So you must strive to give him what he craves–

  If not, the price that France will have to pay

  2370 Will be so high we’ll die before it’s raised!”

  The King replied: “What measures can we take

  So peace and love may be restored again?”

  Duke Naimon said: “Our peril is so grave

  I do not know, in truth, what will avail.”

  66. How the battle started

  KING CHARLEMAGNE was filled with bitter anguish:

  His face a mask of wild regret and anger,

  He dressed himself and armed himself for battle,

  As Naimon did and all the Frankish vassals

  2380 Among the ranks that both of them had gathered.

  And those who fought beneath the Eastern banner

  Bestrode alike their rested steeds and rapid.

  The fight began amidst a mighty clamour

  Of gallant knights defending and attacking

  With cutting swords or lances that they brandished.

  The Eastern knights were nothing loath or lacking,

  And Charles himself showed unremitting valour,

  Duke Naimon too and Ogier the gallant.

  Amid the press an Eastern baron galloped,

  2390 A daring knight of great prowess and stature,

  A nephew, and the most beloved clansman

  Of him who ruled Constantinople’s allods,

  And of the Queen, whose tender heart he gladdened.

  Well-known to all as noble Floriādas,

  The Eastern realm contained no finer baron.

  He joined the fray, in angry mood and manner,

  To strike a Frank so viciously he battered

  His shield apart and tore his mail to tatters.

  He thrust his spear from midriff through to backbone

  2400 And flung him dead, to Charles’s bitter sadness,

  Who’d loved the man, as clansman and companion.

  67. How the battle raged

  THE EASTERN KNIGHT was full of fierce prowess:

  A mighty man, of rampant ruthlessness,

  Adept at war and every art of death.

  On bringing down the knight from Blois, he yelled

  To all his clan: “What are you doing, men?

  Come, join me in fair Blancheflor’s revenge,

  Whom Charlemagne defamed with such contempt!”

  And so they did, at his abrupt behest.

  2410 How fierce a din you would have heard, my friends,

  If you had been between those forces then!

  And you’d have seen enormous blows that reft

  So many knights of helmets and of heads!

  Alas the day that Charlemagne’s largesse

  Gave welcome to that false, benighted geste

  The clan Mayence, and all it ever bred,

  Who brought him naught but sorrow and regret!

  Thank God the Lord they gathered in the end

  The crop of shame their evil seed had spread:

  2420 The best of them endured the worst of deaths!

  The first of them was Ganelon, the wretch

  Who sold the lives of twenty thousand men

  At Roncevaux, the day that Roland fell

  With Peers Twelve to overwhelming strength.

  But now Macaire had done his share so well

  That Christendom was fighting with itself –

  And nobody in all the world could help!

  68. How Ogier the Dane met Floriādas in battle

  THE FIGHT WAS HUGE, the fighting full of spite.

  If you had seen that vast array of knights

  2430 Who’d boldly left their Eastern realm behind

  And come to fight for what they thought was right,

  By striking blows with swinging blades of iron!

  The man they struck had little need, or time,

  To beg for his or for his horse’s life!

  If you had seen young Floriādas fly

  To meet head-on with Ogier, the fine

  And gallant Dane who never shunned a fight.

  When both arrived such fierce intent combined

  It shattered shields and battered hauberks white,

  2440 Though both were strong and neither’s mail was sliced.

  With lances snapped, they passed each other by

  On speedy steeds that never halted stride.

  As angry then as savage boars they
plied

  Both rein and spur to meet again and strike.

  With brandished swords, whose hilts were gold-incised,

  They bartered blows of such enormous might

  Upon their helms that sparks began to fly –

  But not, thank God, the heads that lay inside!

  The shields of both, in quartered fields designed,

  2450 Were struck to ground and shattered through the splice

  In such a duel between two Christian knights

  As none could tell or well enough describe!

  Without a doubt one surely would have died,

  If Charlemagne the brave had not arrived

  To help his man, with Duke Naimon the wise,

  And then a band of gallant Eastern knights,

  Who rushed to save young Floriādent’s life.

  Both parties dragged their champions aside.

  The battle’s heat, around them, grew so high

  2460 That no one’s skill could tell how high it climbed!

  Fair Blancheflor, the Queen so bright of eye,

  Was in a lodge, where, at her father’s side,

  She wept and wailed in great distress of mind.

  As she beheld so many barons die

  Whom she had known and ruled as Charles’s wife,

  She turned her head and with a heavy sigh

  She said: “My lord, how terrible a price

  Your men exact from many guiltless knights

  Who were my friends and still are friends of mine!”

  2470 “It can’t be helped!” the Eastern king replied:

  “I must avenge the shame our name abides

  From him to whom I gave you as a bride.

  So, do not grieve for what must be, my child.

  For Charlemagne to shame you so and drive

  You out of France, your dower-land by right,

  Is an offence that no expense can buy!”

  69. How the Eastern King spoke to his daughter

  “I CAN’T FORGET,” the Eastern king continued,

  “That Charlemagne so shamed you, you were driven

  Away from France to live a chance existence,

  2480 Not like a queen, but some discarded mistress!

  That’s an offence that no expense can limit!”

  Said Blancheflor: “But nonetheless, consider

  That Charlemagne still thinks that I am missing.

  He doesn’t know that I am safely with you –

  For, if he did, I’m sure that his contrition

  At wronging me would strongly be admitted,

  And speed him forth to plead for your forgiveness.”

  The king replied: “But I shall never give it

  Before he’s paid a price I deem sufficient!”

 

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