Such ioy made _Vna_, when her knight she found; xxxii And eke th’enchaunter ioyous seemd no lesse, Then the glad marchant, that does vew from ground His ship farre come from watrie wildernesse, He hurles out vowes, and _Neptune_ oft doth blesse: So forth they past, and all the way they spent Discoursing of her dreadfull late distresse, In which he askt her, what the Lyon ment: †Who told[122] her all that fell[123] in iourney as she went. They had not ridden farre, when they might see xxxiii One pricking towards them with hastie heat, Full strongly armd, and on a courser free, That through his fiercenesse fomed all with sweat, And the sharpe yron did for anger eat, When his hot ryder spurd his chauffed side; His looke was sterne, and seemed still to threat Cruell reuenge, which he in hart did hyde, And on his shield _Sans loy_ in bloudie lines was dyde. When nigh he drew vnto this gentle payre xxxiv And saw the Red-crosse, which the knight did beare, He burnt in fire, and gan eftsoones prepare Himselfe to battell with his couched speare. Loth was that other, and did faint through feare,[124] To taste th’vntryed dint of deadly steele; But yet his Lady did so well him cheare, That hope of new good hap he gan to feele; So bent his speare, and spurnd[125] his horse with yron heele. But that proud Paynim forward came so fierce[126], xxxv And full of wrath, that with his sharp-head speare Through vainely crossed shield he quite did pierce[127], And had his staggering steede not shrunke[128] for feare, Through shield and bodie eke he should him beare: Yet so great was the puissance of his push, That from his saddle quite he did him beare: He tombling rudely downe to ground did rush, And from his gored wound a well of bloud did gush. Dismounting lightly from his loftie steed, xxxvi He to him lept, in mind to reaue his life, And proudly said, Lo there the worthie meed Of him, that slew _Sansfoy_ with bloudie knife; Henceforth his ghost freed from repining strife, In peace may passen ouer _Lethe_ lake, When morning[129] altars purgd with enemies life, The blacke infernall _Furies_ doen aslake: Life from _Sansfoy_ thou tookst, _Sansloy_ shall from thee take.