And vengeance from his eagle glances fly.
“Stay—stay; I join thee,” cried the plundered sire.
“Stir not for love of Heaven!” was the reply.
Salustian screamed: “I go! Who so bereaved as I?”
XXVI.
Vain Nial’s words—Salustian would to horse:
“Then let your ailing master be your care,”
Quoth Nial to Salustian’s men. “Remorse
“Be his who shall neglect my fervent prayer,
“That, if he still will follow, slow ye fare!”