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,