Each to retreat betook him, where the peer His face directed, and large passage made.
Nor less the Saracens than faithful, clear The way, so reverenced is Fusberta's blade.
Save Dardinel, Mount Alban's cavalier, Saw none, nor he to chase his prey delayed.
To whom, "He cast upon thee mickle care, Poor child, who of that buckler left thee heir.
