LXIII.
“Where, with their arms so wrought the champions brave,
“They freed Lucina from the chains she wore,
“(Though her Wit less than Fortune served to save)
“And running to the sea their burden bore:
“Her to her father, who was there, they gave.
“This was at morn, when in the cavern hoar,
“Mixt with the goats, king Norandino stood,
“Which ruminating, chewed their grassy food:
LXIV.
“But when, at day-light, ’twas unbarred, and now
“He was instructed that his wife was gone;
“For the orc’s consort told the tale, and how,
“In every point, the thing rehearsed was done;
“He thanked his God, and begged, with promised vow,
“That, since ’twas granted her such ill to shun,
“He would direct his wife to some repair,
“Whence he might free her, by arms, gold, or prayer.
LXV.
“Together with the flat-nosed herd his way
“He took, and for green meads rejoicing made.
“He here expected, till the monster lay
“Extended, underneath the gloomy shade:
“Then journeyed all the night and all the day;
“Till, of the cruel orc no more afraid,
“He climbed a bark on Satalia’s strand,
“And, three days past, arrived on Syrian land.
