A Morning Council
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Ebbutt, M. I. (Maud Isabel)
When morning light shone, and the army was ready to march, the clarions of the host sounded gaily, and Charlemagne called his barons around him.
“‘My lords and Peers, ye see these strait defiles: Choose ye to whom the rearguard shall be given.’ ‘My stepson Roland,’ straight quoth Ganelon. ‘’Mid all the Peers there is no braver knight: In him will lie the safety of your host.’ Charles heard in wrath, and spoke in angry tones: ‘What fiendish rage has prompted this advice? Who then will go before me in the van?’ The traitor tarried not, but answered swift: ‘Ogier the Dane will do that duty best.’”
When Roland heard that he was to command the rearguard he knew not whether to be pleased or not. At first he thanked Ganelon for naming him. “Thanks, fair stepfather, for sending me to the post of danger. King Charles shall lose no man nor horse through my neglect.” But when Ganelon replied sneeringly, “You speak the truth, as I know right well,” Roland’s gratitude turned to bitter anger, and he reproached the villain. “Ah, wretch! disloyal traitor! thou thinkest perchance that I, like thee, shall basely drop the glove, but thou shalt see! Sir King, give me your bow. I will not let my badge of office fall, as thou didst, Ganelon, at Cordova. No evil omen shall assail the host through me.”