XXIII.

’Twas after Sunset but the second hour, When Nial from the Bidasoa came, Glowing with valour’s pride and passion’s power, And eager to recount the army’s fame To Isabel--for sealed a blushing shame His lips to his own daringness of deed, And to conceal it e’en was oft his aim. Swift lit the hero from his foaming steed, And met Salustian wild distracted, borne at speed: