It was at this moment that Renaud stood erect among his sleeping guards, stripped of his chains, and a few moments later the shadowy figure of Maugis entered the tent of the emperor, who had meanwhile fallen into a deep sleep. As Maugis appeared on the scene he came upon Roland, who was endeavoring to awaken the emperor; it required but a few passes of that shadowy hand to cause the eyes of Roland to also close into a helpless state of somnambulance. The emperor was sleeping; Roland slept; the guards slept; and Maugis was alone with the emperor free to work his will. One stroke of the poignard would relieve him at once of his persecution and his persecutor, but no thought of committing this cowardly act possessed his noble soul. It was with the greatest reluctance he had used his occult powers in the rescue of his cousin. He was, however, content to humiliate the emperor and Roland, so he took from the side of Charlemagne his sword, the sword of Roland, famous by the name of “Durandel,” and the but little less noted sword of Olivier, called “Haute Clair.” He also took the swords of the twelve peers who had guarded Renaud; he hesitated not to visit the treasure of the emperor, taking therefrom his crown, his jewels and his precious stones; all this he bore away and placed in the hands of a faithful shepherd nearby, promising to reward him well for his fidelity and discretion. Once more returning to the tent of the emperor he bound him by one leg to the bed by one of the chains which had held Renaud, and departed noiselessly and undiscovered. As the shadowy figure was just passing through the opening of the tent, Charlemagne awoke, and seeing the gliding form, he recognized the gigantic proportions of Maugis. He could hardly believe his eyes; he sprang up and would have followed him, but it was useless; he was retained by the chain with which Maugis had attached him to the bed. “What ho!” he shouted. Then he called for his attendants by name, but of Roland and all the lords in waiting nobody responded; every one was in a profound sleep. What had happened? then suddenly he realized that his suite had all succumbed to the magic art of Maugis, and that all his efforts to arouse them would be in vain, and he fell back dejected on his bed. Maugis, having taken his departure, hastened to join the shepherd with whom he had left the treasure, and having recommended him to continue guarding it with care, he took once more the road to the camp of Charlemagne; but this time, thoroughly disguised, with body bent, and face drawn, assuming the appearance of a travel-worn pilgrim. Thus changed he presented himself again to the emperor, who lay depressed and consumed with rage, still bound to his bed. “Holy father, enter thou quickly,” cried Charlemagne to the supposed pilgrim.