And from this hour the villain wears a chain,
Who dares by deeds like these our triumphs to profane.”
XXI.
Salustian bowed with grave Hidalgo pride:—
“Your words, great Chief, console the Spanish heart.”
Then Nial bounded to great Arthur’s side;
His hat is doffed, his plume doth bird-like start,
His curls rich wave, his eyes new lightnings dart:
“Give, give the right this maiden fair to shield;
Still suffering she from San Sebastian’s smart,