“The spirit vanished, and I awoke and pursued my journey; but thinking my own creed the true one, and therefore concluding the dream to be false, I baptised thee not; I bred thee what I was myself, a Pagan; and thou didst grow up, and become great and wonderful in arms, surpassing the deeds of men, and didst acquire riches and lands; and what thy life has been since, then knowest as well as I; ay, and thou knowest mine own ways too, how I have followed and cautiously waited on thee ever, being to thee both as a servant and father.

“Now yesterday morning, as I lay heavily asleep, in consequence of my troubled mind, the same figure of the warrior made its appearance, but with a countenance still more threatening, and speaking in a louder voice.  ‘Wretch,’ it exclaimed, ’the hour is approaching when Clorinda shall end both her life and her belief.  She is mine in despite of thee.  Misery be thine.’  With these words it darted away as though it flew.

“Consider then, delight of my soul, what these dreams may portend.  They threaten thee terrible things; for what reason I know not.  Can it be, that mine own faith is the wrong one, and that of thy parents the right?  Ah! take thought at least, and repress this daring courage.  Lay aside these arms that frighten me.”

Tears hindered the old man from saying more.  Clorinda grew thoughtful, and felt something of dread, for she had had a like kind of dream.  At length, however, cheerfully looking up, she said, “I must follow the faith I was bred in; the faith which thou thyself bred’st me in, although thy words would now make me doubt it.  Neither can I give up the enterprise that calls me forth.  Such a withdrawal is not to be expected of an honourable soul.  Death may put on the worst face it pleases.  I shall not retreat.”

The intrepid maiden, however, did her best to console her good friend; but the time having arrived for the adventure, she finally bade him be of good heart, and so left him.

Silently, and in the middle of the night, Argantes and Clorinda took their way down the hills of Jerusalem, and, quitting the gates, went stealthily towards the site of the tower.  But its ever-watchful guards were alarmed.  They demanded the watch-word; and, not receiving it, cried out, “To arms! to arms!” The dauntless adventurers plunged forwards with their swords; they dashed aside every assailant, pitched the balls of sulphur into the machine, and in a short time, in the midst of a daring conflict, had the pleasure of seeing the smoke and the flame arise, and the whole tower blazing to its destruction.  A terrible sight it was to the Christians.  Waked up, they came crowding to the place; and the two companions, notwithstanding their skill and audacity, were compelled to make a retreat.  The besieged, with the king at their head, now arrived also, crowding on the walls; and the gate was opened to let the adventurers in.  The Soldan issued forth at the same moment to cover the retreat.  Argantes was forced through the gate by Clorinda in spite of himself; and she, but for a luckless antagonist, would have followed him; but a soldier aiming at her a last blow, she rushed back to give the man his death; and, in the confusion of the moment, the warders, believing her to have entered, shut up the gate, and the heroine was left without.