XXXIV.

An instant stopt great Arthur on the brow Of that steep mountain. Both the Armies saw The Hero at that moment. Soult was now So near, each rival Chief could plainly draw The lineaments of each that strike with awe Their several hosts: “Now strong,” thought Arthur, “is he, “But cautious. Of that shout he will, some flaw “Suspecting, much inquire; and thus will free “My scattered host, till all combined resistless be.”