Gave way before the steel, and opened wide;
Gave way before the griding steel, which sought
The arm beneath, by this ill fortified:
So that Sir Sansonet was smote, and reeled,
In his despite, unhorsed upon the field.
And this was the first comrade of the train
That of the tower maintained the usage fell,
Who there had failed another’s spoil to gain,
And voided in the joust his knightly sell.
Who laughs, as well will sometimes have to plain,
And find that Fortune will by fits rebel.
Anew the warder on his larum beats,
And to the other knights the sign repeats.
This while Sir Pinabello had drawn near
To Bradamant, and prayed that she would shew
“What warrior had his knight in the career
Smith with such prowess.” That the guerdon due
To his ill deeds might wait the cavalier,
God’s justice that ill-doer thither drew
On the same courser, which before the Cheat
From Bradamant had taken by deceit.
’Twas now exactly the eighth month was ended,
Since, if you recollect, upon his way,
The faithless Maganzese, with whom she wended,
Cast into Merlin’s tomb the martial may;
When her a bough, which fell with her, defended
From death, or her good Fortune, rather say;
And Pinnabel bore off her courser brave,
Deeming the damsel buried in the cave.
The courser, and, through him, the cavalier,
Bradamant knew to be the wicked Count,
And, having heard him, and perused him near,
With more attentive eye and front to front—
“This is the man,” (the damsel said) “ ’tis clear,
Who erst designed me outrage and affront.
Lo! him the traitor’s sin doth hither speed,
Of all his treasons to receive the meed.”
To threaten him with vengeance, and to lay
Hands on her sword and charge him home, was done
All in a thought; but first she barred the way
By which he might his fortilage have won.
To earth himself like fox, in his dismay,
Sir Pinnabel has every hope foregone.
He screaming loud, nor ever making head
Against the damsel, through the forest fled.
Pale and dismayed his spurs the caitiff plied
Whose last hope of escape in flight was found;
While with her ready sword, Dordona’s pride
Was at his flank, and prest him in his round,
Hunting him close and ever fast beside;
Loud is the uproar, and the woods resound.
Nothing of this is at the castle kenned,
For only to Rogero all attend.
The other three, who from the fortress came,
This while had issued forth upon their way
And brought with them the ill-accustomed dame,
Who made wayfarers that ill use obey.
In all (who rather than prolong with blame
Their life, would choose to perish in the fray)
The kindling visage burns, and heart is woe,
That to assail one man so many go.
The cruel courtezan by whom was made,
And by whose hest maintained, that evil rite,
Reminds the warriors that they are arrayed
By oath and pact, to avenge her in the fight.
“If with this lance alone thy foes are laid
On earth, why should I band with other knight?”
(Guido the savage said) “and if I lie,
Off with my head, for I consent to die.”
So Aquilant; so Gryphon. For the twain
Singly against a single foe would run;
And rather would be taken, rather slain,
Than he should be assailed by more than one.
To them exclaimed the woman: “Why in vain
Waste you so many words, where fruit is none?
I brought you here that champion’s arms to take,
Not other laws and other pacts to make.
“You should have offered, when in prison cell,
This your excuse; which now too late is made.
’Tis yours the law’s observance to compel,
And not with lying tongue your oath evade.”
“—Behold! the arms; behold, with a new sell
And cloth, the goodly steed!” Rogero said,
“Behold with these, as well, the damsel’s vest!
If these you covet, why your course arrest?”
She of the castle presses on this side,
On that Rogero rates, and calls them on;
Till they parforce, t’wards him, together hied:
But red with shame, are to the encounter gone,
Foremost appeared ’mid those three knights of pride,
Of Burgundy’s good marquis either son.270
But Guido, who was borne on heavier steed,
Came at some interval, with tardier speed.
With the same lance with which he overbore
Sir Sansonet, Rogero came to fight;
Well-covered with the shield which heretofore
Atlantes used on Pyrenean height;
I say the enchanted buckler, which, too sore
For human sufferance, dazed the astonished sight:
To which Rogero, as a last resource,
In the most pressing peril had recourse.
Although three times alone the child was fain
(And, certes sore bested) this to display;
Twice when he from the wanton Fairy’s reign
Was to that soberer region on his way!
Last, when the unsated Orc upon the main,
By this astounded, ’mid the sea-foam lay;
Which would have fed upon the naked maid,
So cruel to the Child who brought her aid.
Save these three times, he has preserved the shield
Beneath its veil, but covered in such wise
That it may quickly be to sight revealed,
If he in need of its good succour lies.
With this, as said before, he came afield
As boldly, as if those three enemies,
Who were arrayed before him, had appeared
Yet less than little children to be feared.
Rogero shocked the valiant Gryphon, where
The border of the buckler joined the sight,
Who seemed as he would fall, now here, now there,
And, from his courser far, last fell outright.
He at the shield had aimed, but smote not fair
The mark; and (for Rogero’s orb was bright
And smooth) the hissing weapon slipt, and wrought
Other effect than was in Gryphon’s thought.
It rent and tore the veil which served to hide
The lightning’s fearful and enchanted rays;
Which, without blinded eyes, can none abide
Upright, nor refuge is for them who gaze.
Aquilant, who
