Or rather found that it was all a lie.
He had foreseen that he his long-drawn life
Should finish on the bosom of his wife.
And now the Saracen with wary view
Had pierced his weasand with the pointed sword.
Four others he near that Diviner slew,
Nor gave the wretches time to say a word.
Sir Turpin in his story tells not who,
And Time has of their names effaced record.
Palidon of Moncalier next he speeds;