XXXVI.
“Our lord, meanwhile, returning to the strand,
“The loss which he had suffered comprehends;
“For in deep silence, upon every hand,
“Through empty tent and hut the monarch wends:
“Nor who has robbed him can he understand;
“And full of terror to the beach descends;
“Whence he his sailors in the offing sees
“Unmoor and spread their canvas to the breeze.
XXXVII.
“As soon as Norandino was in view,
“They launched and sent their pinnace to convey
“The monarch thence: but he no sooner knew
“Of the fell orc, and those he made his prey,
“Than he, without more thought, would him pursue
“And follow, wheresoe’er he bent his way.
“To lose Lucina is such cruel pain,
“That life is loathsome save he her regain.
XXXVIII.
“When on the newly printed sand his eyes
“Norandine fixt, he with the swiftness sped
“With which the rage of love a man supplies,
“Until he reached the cave of which I said,
“Where we, enduring greater agonies
“Than e’er were suffered, there await in dread
“The orc, and deem at every sound we hear,
“The famished brute about to re-appear.
