In haste there came a pagan Valdabrun,
Warden had been to King Marsile,
Smiling and clear, he's said to Guenelun,
"Take now this sword, and better sword has none;
Into the hilt a thousand coins are run.
To you, fair sir, I offer it in love;
Give us your aid from Roland the barun,
That in reward against him we may come."
Guenes the count answers: "It shall be done."
Then, cheek and chin, kissed each the other one.