The Song of Roland

Charles the King, our Lord and Sovereign, Full seven years hath sojourned in Spain, Conquered the land, and won the western main, Now no fortress against him doth remain, No city walls are left for him to gain, Save Sarraguce, that sits on high mountain.

King Marsilies he lay at Sarraguce, Went he his way into an orchard cool; The re on a throne he sate, of marble blue, Round him his men, full twenty thousand, stood.