Si tuit li dol el plor el marrimen E las dolors el dan el caitivier Que hom agues en est segle dolen, Fosson ensems, sembleran tuit leugier Contra la mort del jove rei engles, Don reman pretz e jovens doloiros, El mons escurs e tenhs e tenebros, Sems de tot joi, pies de tristor e d’ira. Estenta mort, plena de marrimen, Vanar te pods quel melhor cavalier As tolt al mon qu’anc fos de nulha gen; Quar non es res qu’a pretz aja mestier, Que tot no fos el jove rei engles: E fora meils, s’a deu plagues razos, Que visques el que mant autr’ enojos Qu’anc no feron als pros mas dol et ira. D’aquest segle flac, plen de marrimen, S’amors s’en vai, son joi tenh mensongier, Que ren noi a que non torn en cozen; Totz jorns veiretz que val mens oi que ier: Cascus se mir el jove rei engles Qu’era del mon lo plus valens dels pros. Ar es anatz sos gens cors amoros, Dont es dolors e desconortz et ira. _Translation._ COMPLAINT. If all the pain, the grief, the bitter tears, The sorrow, the remorse, the scornful slight, Of which man in this life the burden bears Were thrown a-heap, their balance would be light Against the death of our young English King. Valour and youth stand wailing at his loss; The world is waste, and dark, and dolorous, Void of all joy, full of regret and sorrow. All-present death, cruel and full of tears, Now mayst thou boast that of the noblest knight Whose deeds were ever sung to human ears, Thou hast deprived the world. No fame so bright That it could darken our young English King. ’Twere better, if it pleased our Lord, to give Life back to him, than that the traitors live Who to good men cause but regret and sorrow. The world is base and dark and full of tears. Its love has fled, its pleasure passed away; A falsehood is its truth. Each day appears, But to regret its better yesterday. Look up, ye all, to our young English King, The best among the brave and valorous! Now is his gentle heart afar from us, And we are left to our regret and sorrow. With the death of young Henry the rebellion was practically at an end. Again the barons tried to make peace with Richard and the King; again they submitted to the most humiliating terms of submission; but again also Bertran de Born’s courage remained undaunted, although against him, as the evil counsellor of young Henry, the wrath of the King was hottest. Soon the army of the allies arrived before Castle Autafort, and little hope of rescue remained. Still Bertran held out, and ultimately succumbed only to the treachery of a friend. CHAPTER XIX. SIEGE OF AUTAFORT—BERTRAN’S DEATH.