Here standing in suspense, by chance she spied A churl, that came towards her on the plain, Who, at her best, Astolpho's armour tied, As best he might, and laid on Rabicane;
She next behind her bade the peasant guide (One courser loaded and one loose) the twain.
Two were the steeds; for she had that before, On which his horse from Pinnabel she bore.
