Thus saying, they withdrew a little way Within the trees. Roderick alighted there, And in the old man’s armour dight himself. Dost thou not marvel by what wonderous chance, Said he, Orelio to his master’s hand Hath been restored? I found the renegade Of Seville on his back, and hurl’d him down Headlong to the earth. The noble animal Rejoicingly obey’d my hand to shake His recreant burthen off, and trample out The life which once I spared in evil hour. Now let me meet Witiza’s viperous sons In yonder field, and then I may go rest In peace, ... my work is done! And nobly done! Exclaim’d the old man. Oh! thou art greater now Than in that glorious hour of victory When grovelling in the dust Witiza lay, The prisoner of thy hand!... Roderick replied, O good Siverian, happier victory Thy son hath now achieved, ... the victory Over the world, his sins and his despair. If on the field my body should be found, See it, I charge thee, laid in Julian’s grave, And let no idle ear be told for whom Thou mournest. Thou wilt use Orelio As doth beseem the steed which hath so oft Carried a King to battle; ... he hath done Good service for his rightful Lord to-day, And better yet must do. Siverian, now Farewell! I think we shall not meet again, Till it be in that world where never change Is known, and they who love shall part no more. Commend me to my mother’s prayers, and say That never man enjoy’d a heavenlier peace Than Roderick at this hour. O faithful friend, How dear thou art to me these tears may tell!