When the first whitening of the dawn was seen, Armed, in a moment leapt on horseback all;
Short parley past the puissant foes between.
There was no stop; there was no interval;
For they have laid in rest their lances keen:
But I into too foul a fault should fall Meseems, my lord, if, while their deeds I tell I let Rogero perish in the swell.