"Where, with their arms so wrought the champions brave, They freed Lucina from the chains she wore, (Though he Wit less than Fortune served in save)
And running to the sea their burden bore:
Her to her father, who was there, they gave.
This was at morn, when in the cavern hoar, Mixt with the goats, king Norandino stood, Which ruminating, chewed their grassy food: