When him the wary paladin espied, He stopt his courser, not without great heed, Lest he into the covert snare might tide, Forewarned of this by the good hermit's rede.
Here to his horn for succour he applied, Nor failed its wonted virtue in this need:
It smote the giant's heart with such affright, That he turned back, and homeward fled outright.
