When he beheld the monarch's altered cheer, Who bent to clasp his neck, towards him paced, His sword and rancour laid aside, the peer Him humbly underneath the hips embraced.
King Norandine, who saw the sanguine smear Of his two wounds, bade seek a leech in haste;
And bade them softly with the knight resort Towards the town, and lodge him in his court.
