At the first hearing of that voice, the son Of Ulien, on his part, the strife suspended;
And thither, where the furious palfrey run, Swiftly in succour of the lady wended.
No less was by the Tartar monarch done;
Who neither Child nor damsel more offended;
But without craving time, or truce, or peace, Pursued King Rodomont and Doralice.