第502章 CXXX

The moat of thirty feet, not less, he cleared, As dexterously as leaps the greyhound fleet, Nor at his lighting louder noise was heard Than if he had worn felt beneath his feet.

He now of this, now that, the mantle sheared;

As though of pewter, not of iron beat, Or rather of soft rind their arms had been:

So matchless was his force and sword so keen!