So deemed Rinaldo too: and contest sore 'Twixt him and Malagigi hence begun;
But he would not confess the charge; nay swore, Even by the light which lights the glorious sun, That he might clear him of the blame he bore, He had not that which was imputed done.
Whether a fiend or fowl, the pest descends, And good Baiardo with his talons rends.
