< The Song of Roland
After there came a pagan, Climorins,
Smiling and clear to Guenelun begins:
"Take now my helm, better is none than this;
But give us aid, on Roland the marquis,
By what device we may dishonour bring."
"It shall be done", Count Guenes answered him;
On mouth and cheek then each the other kissed.
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