He spied her ’neath the oak, and burnt to end
The maid who foiled him in her lightsome boat.
But by her side there stands a youth of note—
Don Carlos named—her father too is nigh.
Stout they received him Carlos—at his throat
Sprang with good sword; and fiery sparkles fly
From blades with master-hand they both wield manfully.
XVII.
But Blanca’s sire with dexterous weapon cut
The Frenchman’s rein, and pricked his foaming steed.