He where 'tis hand and where 'tis softer knows, Where shallow is the water, where profound:
With breast and flanks above the waves he rose, And Brandimart assailed on safer ground.
Brandimart, whirling with the current, goes, While his steed's feet the faithless bottom pound.
He, with his lord, stands rooted in the mud, With risk to both of drowning in the flood.