And now the Saracen
with wary view
Had pierced
his weasand with the pointed sword.
Four others he near
that Diviner slew,
Nor gave
the wretches time to say a word.
Sir Turpin in his story
tells not who,
And Time
has of their names effaced record.
Palidon of Moncalier
next he speeds;
One who securely sleeps
between two steeds.
* * * * *
Rearing th’ insidious
blade, the pair are near
The place
where round King Charles’s pavilion
Are tented warlike paladin
and peer,
Guarding
the side that each is camped upon,
When in good time the
Paynims backward steer,
And sheathe
their swords, the impious slaughter done;
Deeming impossible,
in such a number,
But they must light
on one who does not slumber.
And though they might
escape well charged with prey,
To save
themselves they think sufficient gain.
Thither by what he deems
the safest way
(Medoro
following him) went Cloridane
Where in the field,
’mid bow and falchion lay,
And shield
and spear, in pool of purple stain,
Wealthy and poor, the
king and vassal’s corse,
And overthrown the rider
and his horse.
* * * * *
The silvery splendor
glistened yet more clear,
There where
renowned Almontes’s son lay dead.
Faithful Medoro mourned
his master dear,
Who well
agnized the quartering white and red,
With visage bathed in
many a bitter tear
(For he
a rill from either eyelid shed),
And piteous act and
moan, that might have whist
The winds, his melancholy
plaint to list;
But with a voice supprest—not
that he aught
Regards
if any one the noise should hear,
Because he of his life
takes any thought,
Of which
loathed burden he would fain be clear;
But lest his being heard
should bring to naught
The pious
purpose which has brought them here—
The youths the king
upon their shoulders stowed;
And so between themselves
divide the load.
Hurrying their steps,
they hastened, as they might,
Under the
cherished burden they conveyed;
And now approaching
was the lord of light,
To sweep
from heaven the stars, from earth the shade,
When good Zerbino, he
whose valiant sprite
Was ne’er
in time of need by sleep down-weighed,
From chasing Moors all
night, his homeward way
Was taking to the camp
at dawn of day.
He has with him some
horsemen in his train,
That from
afar the two companions spy.
Expecting thus some
spoil or prize to gain,
They, every
one, toward that quarter hie.
“Brother, behoves
us,” cried young Cloridane,
“To
cast away the load we bear, and fly;
For ’twere a foolish
thought (might well be said)
To lose two living
men, to save one dead;”