Chapter 32

           Oneandtheselfsametonguefirstwoundedme,

           Sothatittingedtheonecheekandtheother,

           Andthenheldouttomethemedicine;

           ThusdoIhearthatonceAchilles’spear,

           Hisandhisfather’s,usedtobethecause

           Firstofasadandthenagraciousboon.

           Weturnedourbacksuponthewretchedvalley,

           Uponthebankthatgirdsitroundabout,

           Goingacrossitwithoutanyspeech.

           Thereitwaslessthannight,andlessthanday,

           Sothatmysightwentlittleinadvance;

           ButIcouldheartheblareofaloudhorn,

           Solouditwouldhavemadeeachthunderfaint,

           Which,countertoitfollowingitsway,

           Mineeyesdirectedwhollytooneplace.

           Afterthedolorousdiscomfiture

           WhenCharlemagnetheholyempriselost,

           SoterriblyOrlandosoundednot.