From thence, towards the east the pilot veered Her ready tiller, prompt his course to scan;
And straightway for the wide Orontes steered, And watched his time, and for the harbour ran.
Aquilant, when his bark the margin neared, Bade lower the bridge, and issued, horse and man, It armour, and along the river wended, Up-stream, till he his way at Antioch ended.
