Then said the Emperor:--"Chevaliers of France, Choose ye for me a baron of my realm, One who can bear my words to King Marsile!" Rolland rejoins:--"Let my step-father go; If he remain, no wiser man is found." The French say:---"Well can he fulfill the task: [If the King wills, 'tis right he should be sent."] Aoi. XXI. Thus spoke the King:--"Sire Ganelon, draw near: Receive the glove and staff--you heard the Franks Pass judgment, and on you their choice has fallen." Said Ganelon:--"All this Rolland has done! My life-long, never will I love him more, Nor Olivier, his comrade and his friend, Nor the twelve Peers, for that they love him well. Here in your presence, I defy them all!" The King replied:--"Too wroth you are. At once You shall depart.--I spoke it."--"Sire, I go, Although for me there is nor shield nor guard: Basile had none, Bazan, his brother, none! Aoi. XXII. "To Sarraguce I go, and know full well Who thither goes, may ne'er return. Nay more, Your sister is my wife, and I by her Have one fair son, Baldewin, the goodliest child Who [if he live] will be a noble knight. To him I leave my fiefs and honors: guard Him well, for him these eyes no more shall see." Carle answers:--"Much too tender is your heart; Since I command, your duty 'tis to go." Aoi. XXIII. Count Ganelon, at this, rose full of wrath, And, casting from his neck his zibelline Of fur, stood forth, clothed in his silk _blialt._[5] Gray were his eyes and very fierce his face; Graceful his form--his breast, of mighty mold. So fair was he, all eyes upon him rest. "Rolland," he said, "wherefore this foolish wrath? Since thy step-father, 'tis well known, I am, For this thou choosest me to seek Marsile! 'Tis well. If God but grant me safe return, I such ill fortune hurl on thee, shall smite Thy life from now and ever with a curse." Rolland replies:--"Mad words and proud I hear. All know it well, I care for no man's threat; But since a wise man must this message bear, If the King wills it, in your place I go." Aoi. XXIV. "Thou shalt not take my place," said Ganelon; "My vassal art thou not, nor yet am I Thy lord; and since the King hath given me Command this service I should take, I shall Go to Marsile. But once in Sarraguce Will I with fuel feed my heart's fierce ire." Rolland, on hearing this, began to laugh. Aoi. XXV.