Charles is Sad
“What grief weighs on your mind, sire?” asked the wise Duke Naimes, riding up beside Charlemagne.
“I mourn for my nephew. Last night in a vision I saw Ganelon break my trusty lance—this Ganelon who has sent Roland to the rear. And now I have left Roland in a foreign land, and, O God! if I lose him I shall never find his equal!” And the emperor rode on in silence, seeing naught but his own sad foreboding visions.