The Tartar king, for more perplexity,
Denied on any ground Rogero’s right
The bearer of the white-winged bird to be;
And was so passing wood with wrath and spite,
That, if to this those others would agree,
He would at once those several quarrels fight
And so those others would as well have done,
If Agramant’s consent they could have won.
King Agramant, with prayer and kingly word,
Had willingly appeased that jarring crew;
But since the foes were deaf to all accord,
Nor would assent to peace or truce anew,
Considered how at least he might afford
The field of each of them in order due;
And, as the best resolve, at last decreed,
Each should by lot possess the listed mead.
Four lots the monarch bade prepare, which done,
This “Rodomont and Mandricardo” said;
“Rogero and Mandricardo” were in one;
In one, “Rogero and Rodomont” were read;
That “Mandricardo and Marphisa” run:
Next, as the fickle goddess, Fortune, led,
The lots are drawn, and in the first appear
The Tartar king and sovereign of Argier.
Rogero and Mandricardo for that play
Were next; Rogero and Rodomont were third;
Marphisa’s lot and Mardricardo’s lay
At bottom; whence the dame was deeply stirred;
Nor young Rogero seems a whit more gay:
Who knows the prowess of those two preferred
Will nothing in the listed combat leave
For him or for Marphisa to achieve.
There lies a place, of Paris little wide,
Covering a mile or somewhat less, and round;
Like ancient theatre, on every side,
Encompast by a tall and solid mound;
With castle whilom was it fortified,
Which sword and fire had levelled with the ground.
The Parmesan like circle does survey,
Whenever he to Borgo wends his way.
In this place is prepared the listed mead,
Which palisades of little height inclose;
A square, of just proportions for that need,
With two capacious gates, as usage goes.
The day on which to combat have agreed
Those valiant knights, who will not balk their foes,
Beside the palisades, to left and right,
Facing each entrance, are pavilions pight.
In that, which looks towards the western sun,
Is lodged the giant monarch of Argier;
And him assist his serpent-hide to don
Bold Ferraù and Circassia’s cavalier.
Gradasso and the puissant Falsiron,
In that which fronts the morning hemisphere,
Clothe with their hands, in Trojan plate and chain,
The good successor of King Agricane.
High on a throne of ample state appeared
Agramant and Marsilius; next in place
Were Stordilane and all the chiefs, revered
Throughout the squadrons of the paynim race.
Happy was he who found himself upreared
On mound or tree, above that level space.
Great was the throng, and round the palisade
On every side the eddying people swayed.
Were seated with the Queen of fair Castille
Queens, princesses, and dames of noble strain,
From Arragon, Granada, and Seville,
And Atlas’ columns; and amid the train
Assembled to behold that fierce appeal,
Was placed the daughter of King Stordilane:
Two costly vests—one red, one green—she wore;
But ill the first was dyed, and faded sore.326
In dress succinct Marphisa sate; in plight
Such as beseemed a warrior and a maid:
Thermodöon haply witnessed Hippolyte
And her fair squadron in like garb arrayed.
Afield already, in his livery dight,
Agramant’s herald made proclaim, and said,
“It was forbid to all men, far and wide,
In act or word, with either part to side.”
The frequent crowd expects the double foe;
And often, in impatience, they complain,
And call those famous cavaliers too slow:
When from the Tartar’s tent an angry strain
Is heard, and cries which multiply; sir, know
It was the martial king of Sericane,327
And puissant Tartar, who that question stirred,
And made the mighty tumult which has heard.
Sericane’s monarch, having with his hand
Equipt the king of Tartary all o’er,
Approached to gird him with that sovereign brand,
With which Orlando went adorned of yore.
When “Durindana” on the hilt he scanned,
Graved with the quartering that Almontes wore;
Which from that wretched man, beside a font,
Youthful Orlando reft in Aspramont.
He, seeing this, agnised it for the blade
So famous, which Anglantes’ warrior bore,
For which he had the fairest fleet arrayed
Which ever put to sea from eastern shore;
And had Castille’s rich kingdom overlaid,
And conquered fruitful France some years before;
But cannot now imagine how that sword
Is in possession of the Tartar lord;
And asks, “had he by force or treaty won,
And when and where and how, that faulchion bright;”
And Mandricardo said that “he had done
Fierce battle for that sword with Brava’s knight;328
Who feigned himself of sober sense foregone,
Hoping that so he should conceal his fright:
—‘For I on him would ceaseless war have made,’
(He added,) ‘while he kept the goodly blade.’ ”
Saying, “The Count, in yielding to his foe
That sword, the Beavers’ known device had tried;
Who, followed closely by the hunter, know
Their fell pursuer covets nought beside.”
Ere he had heard him out—“Nor I forego
That sword to thee nor any one,” (replied
Gradasso, fierce,) “well earned by me, at cost
Of treasure, and of pain, and people lost.
“Some other faulchion for thyself purvey;
This will I have; nor deem my reasons new;
Whether Orlando wise or foolish stray,
I make it mine where’er it meets my view.
With none to witness, thou, beside the way
Usurped that sword; I claim it as my due:
For this my scimeter shall reasons yield,
And we will try the cause in listed field.
“Prepare to win the sword before thou rear
That goodly blade against King Rodomont.
To win his arms is use of cavalier,
Before his foe in duel he affront.”
—“No sweeter music ever soothes my ear”
(Replied the Tartar, as he raised his front)
“Than voice which champions me to martial field;
But see that his consent the Sarzan329 yield.
“Be thou the first; and,
