XCIX Two of Damascus next Sir Gryphon sped, Hermophilo and Carmondo. This, arraid Under his flag, the king's militia led; That was as lord high admiral obeyed. This lightly at the shock on earth was shed, And that, reversed, upon the ground o'erlaid By his weak horse, too feeble to withstand Sir Gryphon's mighty push and puissant hand. C Yet in the field remained Seleucia's knight, The best of all the other seven at need; And one who well accompanied his might With perfect armour and a gallant steed. Both at the helmet, where it locks, take sight, And with their spears to the encounter speed: But Gryphon hardest smote, whose paynim foe Lost his left stirrup, staggered by the blow. CI They cast the truncheons down, their coursers wheel, And, full of daring, with drawn falchions close. Sir Gryphon was the first a stroke to deal, Which might have split an anvil; at the blow's Descent, the shield is splintered -- bone and steel -- This had its lord mid thousand others chose; And, but 'twas double, and the coat as well, The sword had cleft the thigh on which it fell. CII He of Seleucia at Sir Gryphon's casque, At the same time, so fell a blow addrest, It would have rent and torn the iron mask, Had it not been enchanted like the rest. The paynim's labour is a fruitless task, Of arms so hard Sir Gryphon is possest; Who has the foe's already cleft and broke In many parts, nor thrown away a stroke. CIII Each one might see how much Seleucia's lord Was overmatched by Gryphon, and that day, The worsted men had perished by the sword, Had not the monarch quickly stopt the fray. To his guard king Norandino spake the word, And bade them enter, and the duel stay: They part the knight, whom they asunder bear, And much the king is lauded for his care. CIV The eight, who had to keep the field pretended From all the world, nor yet their part had done On a sole knight, -- their quarrel ill defended, -- Had vanished from the tilt-yard one by one. The others, who with them should have contended, Stood idle; for to answer them was none. Since Gryphon had forestalled, in the debate, What they should all have done against those eight; CV And, for such little time endured the play, Less than an hour sufficed to finish all. But Norandine, the pastime to delay, And to continue it till even-fall, Descending from his place, bade clear the way; And the huge squad divided, at his call, Into two troops, whom, ranked by blood and might, The monarch formed, and marched for other fight. CVI Sir Gryphon, during this, had made return Homeward, with anger and with fury stung; Less thinking of his honours that the scorn Which on the vile Martano had been flung. Hence, from himself the opprobrious shame to turn, Martano now employs his lying tongue; And she, the false and cunning courtezan, Assists him in his scheme as best she can.