Closed; and he scarcely knew of one who said,
“Let be; unbind him; ’tis a warrior good.”
Long days the fever lasted, but his strength,
Nursed by the breezes of a hardier clime,
Would not desert him; so that he arose,
A bold, refreshed young giant: then the Chief
Spoke soothing words; and Michael hid his wrath,
And answered calmly; till they made them terms,
That Michael gave the service of his skill
To tame those wild Mahrattas, ruling them