Eftsoones he gan to gather vp around xxiii His weapons, which lay scattered all abrode, And as it fell, his steed he ready found. On whom remounting, fiercely forth he rode, Like sparke of fire that from the anduile glode,[77] There where he saw the valiant _Triamond_ Chasing, and laying on them heauy lode. That none his force were able to withstond, So dreadfull were his strokes, so deadly was his hond. With that at him his beamlike[78] speare he aimed, xxiv And thereto all his power and might applide: The wicked steele for mischiefe first ordained, And hauing now misfortune got for guide,[79] Staid not, till it arriued in his side, And therein made a very griesly wound, That streames of bloud his armour all bedide. Much was he daunted with that direfull stound, That scarse he him vpheld from falling in a sound. Yet as he might, himselfe he soft withdrew xxv Out of the field, that none perceiu’d it plaine, Then gan the part of Chalengers anew To range the field, and victorlike to raine, That none against them battell durst maintaine. By that the gloomy euening on them fell, That forced them from fighting to refraine, And trumpets sound to cease did them compell, So _Satyrane_ that day was iudg’d to beare the bell. The morrow next the Turney gan anew, xxvi And with the first the hardy _Satyrane_ Appear’d in place, with all his noble crew, On th’other side, full many a warlike swaine, Assembled were, that glorious prize to gaine. But mongst them all, was not Sir _Triamond_, Vnable he new battell to darraine, Through grieuaunce of his late receiued wound, That doubly did him grieue, when so himselfe he found. Which _Cambell_ seeing, though he could not salue, xxvii Ne done vndoe, yet for to salue his name, And purchase honour in his friends behalue,[80] This goodly counterfesaunce he did frame. The shield and armes well knowne to be the same, Which _Triamond_ had worne, vnwares to wight, And to his friend vnwist, for doubt of blame, If he misdid,[81] he on himselfe did dight, That none could him discerne, and so went forth to fight. There _Satyrane_ Lord of the field he found, xxviii Triumphing in great ioy and iolity; Gainst whom none able was to stand on ground; That much he gan his glorie to enuy, And cast t’auenge his friends indignity. A mightie speare eftsoones at him he bent; Who seeing him come on so furiously, Met him mid-way with equall hardiment, That forcibly to ground they both together went.