The flat as featly as the edge he plies, Of that good faulchion forged of stubborn grain;
And, at strange blindman's bluff, in weary wise, Hammers on Dudon with such might and main, He often dazzles so the warrior's eyes, That hardly he his saddle can maintain.
But to win better audience for my rhyme, My canto I defer to other time.
CANTO 41