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Marsile's nephew, holding in hand the glove, His uncle calls, with reason proud enough:

"Fair Lord and King, great gift from you I've won.

Choose now for me eleven more baruns, So I may fight those dozen companions."First before all there answers Falfarun;

-- Brother he was to King Marsiliun --

"Fair sir nephew, go you and I at once Then verily this battle shall be done;The rereward of the great host of Carlun, It is decreed we deal them now their doom."AOI.