His blood now thoroughly aroused, on the morning of the next day Maugis took three thousand men with him and again directed a movement against the camp of Charlemagne, resolved this time to penetrate to his very tent and master him. So sudden was their movement, and so unanticipated, that by a furious charge he was able to penetrate to the very portal of the royal pavilion. Maugis surmounted it and with one stroke of the sword severed the golden eagle at its apex, and descended to the earth safely, where he was met by his cousin Renaud, and together they secured their prize. The four sons of Aymon were, in the meantime, surrounded by a multitude of confused imperial soldiers, whom they threw down and slew without pity. Thinking this a favorable moment, Renaud alone retired from the fight to secure a hiding place for the golden eagle, and returned hastily, only to find that the brothers had gone. He next encountered Olivier and Roland, but turning his horse and evading their strokes, he took flight, not realizing how close a pursuit was following him. Near Belancon, he thought to rest, when suddenly he found himself in the midst of a troop who were pursuing him with desperation. Impatient with a pursuit so incessant, Renaud turned and made a terrible charge upon the leader of his enemies, who, however, did not await his onslaught, but met him halfway, and with a stroke of his lance wounded the intrepid Renaud, throwing him from his horse. Renaud, half-stunned, arose and vigorously defended himself, and with such great energy that Olivier cried out to him: “Yield, brave knight, you court inevitable death; it were a pity to hide such courage and such valor in the obscurity of death.” [Illustration: YE OLDE CITIE OF MOUZON.] “Who art thou,” exclaimed Renaud, “who summons me to surrender, and who fights so fiercely?” “I am Olivier, and to place yourself in my power is no disgrace; therefore yield, I pray you.” “I accept,” replied Renaud; “but on one condition, and that is, that, if I give myself up, it be agreed I am your prisoner and your prisoner only; it being well understood that no matter what order you may receive, or what importance the person is who gives it, you are not to deliver me up; this is the sole condition I impose.” “I give thee my knightly word,” said Olivier. “I know you well, Olivier,” continued Renaud, “and I was certain in advance what your reply would be. Know me now, I am Renaud, and you may understand why I make these conditions, as Charlemagne is my bitter enemy.” Olivier took Renaud to his camp, helped him off with his armor, bathed his wounds, and placed him in his own bed. When the news of the capture of Renaud reached the ears of the emperor, he sent an officer to Olivier, commanding him to deliver his prisoner. Olivier, though loyally anxious to obey the orders of his sovereign, was restrained by the conditions Renaud had made when he surrendered himself; he therefore hastened to the emperor to explain.