WHEN Astolpho escaped from the cruel Alcina, after a
short abode in the realm of the virtuous Logestilla, he
desired to return to his native country. Logestilla lent
him the best vessel of her fleet to convey him to the
mainland. She gave him at parting a wonderful book, which
taught the secret of overcoming all manner of
enchantments, and begged him to carry it always with him,
out of regard for her. She also gave him another gift,
which surpassed everything of the kind that mortal
workmanship can frame; yet it was nothing in appearance
but a simple horn.
Astolpho, protected by these gifts, thanked the good
fairy, took leave of her, and set out on his return to
France. His voyage was prosperous, and on reaching the
desired port he took leave of the faithful mariners, and
continued his journey by land. As he proceeded over
mountains and through valleys, he often met with bands of
robbers, wild beasts, and venomous serpents, but he had
only to sound his horn to put them all to flight.
Having landed in France, and traversed many provinces
on his way to the army, he one day, in crossing a forest,
arrived beside a fountain, and alighted to drink. While he
stooped at the fountain, a young rustic sprang from the
copse, mounted Rabican, and rode away. It was a new trick
of the enchanter Atlantes. Astolpho, hearing the noise,
turned his head just in time to see his loss; and,
starting up, pursued the thief, who, on his part, did not
press the horse to his full speed, but just kept in sight
of his pursuer till they both issued from the forest; and
then Rabican and his rider took shelter in a castle which
stood near. Astolpho followed, and penetrated without
difficulty within the court-yard of the castle, where he
looked around for the rider and his horse, but could see
no trace of either, nor any person of whom he could make
inquiry. Suspecting that enchantment was employed to
embarrass him, he bethought him of his book, and on
consulting it discovered that his suspicions were well
founded. He also learned what course to pursue. He was
directed to raise the stone which served as a threshold,
under which a spirit lay pent, who would willingly escape,
and leave the castle free of access. Astolpho applied his
strength to lift aside the stone. Thereupon the magician
put his arts in force. The castle was full of prisoners,
and the magician caused that to all of them Astolpho
should appear in some false guise,- to some a wild beast,
to others a giant, to others a bird of prey. Thus all
assailed him, and would quickly have made an end of him,
if he had not bethought him of his horn. No sooner had he
blown a blast than, at the horrid alarm, fled the
cavaliers and the necromancer with them, like a flock of
pigeons at the sound of the fowler's gun. Astolpho then
renewed his efforts on the stone, and turned it over. The
under face was all inscribed with magical characters,
which the knight defaced, as directed by his book; and no
sooner had he done so, than the castle, with its walls and
turrets, vanished into smoke.
The knights and ladies set at liberty were, besides
Rogero and Bradamante, Orlando, Gradasso, Florismart, and
many more. At the sound of the horn they fled, one and
all, men and steeds, except Rabican, which Astolpho
secured, in spite of his terror. As soon as the sound had
ceased, Rogero recognized Bradamante, whom he had daily
met during their imprisonment, but had been prevented from
knowing by the enchanter's arts. No words can tell the
delight with which they recognized each other, and
recounted mutually all that had happened to each since
they were parted. Rogero took advantage of the opportunity
to press his suit, and found Bradamante as propitious as
he could wish, were it not for a single obstacle, the
difference of their faiths. "If he would obtain her
in marriage," she said, "he must in due form
demand her of her father, Duke Aymon, and must abandon his
false prophet, and become a Christian." The latter
step was one which Rogero had for some time intended
taking, for reasons of his own. He therefore gladly
accepted the terms, and proposed that they should at once
repair to the abbey
of Vallombrosa, whose towers were visible at no great
distance. Thither they turned their horses' heads, and we
will leave them to find their way without our company.
I know not if my readers recollect that, at the moment
when Rogero had just delivered Angelica from the voracious
Orc, that scornful beauty placed her ring in her mouth,
and vanished out of sight. At the same time the Hippogriff
shook off his bridle, soared, away, and flew to rejoin his
former master, very naturally returning to his accustomed
stable. Here Astolpho found him, to his very great
delight. He knew the animal's powers, having seen Rogero
ride him, and he longed to fly abroad over all the earth,
and see various nations and peoples from his airy course.
He had heard Logestilla's directions how to guide the
animal, and saw her fit a bridle to his head. He therefore
was able, out of all the bridles he found in the stable,
to select one suitable, and, placing Rabican's saddle on
the Hippogriff's back, nothing seemed to prevent his
immediate departure. Yet before he went, he bethought him
of placing Rabican in hands where he would be safe, and
whence he might recover him in time of need. While he
stood deliberating where he should find a messenger, he
saw Bradamante approach. That fair warrior had been parted
from Rogero on their way to the abbey of Vallombrosa, by
an inopportune adventure which had called the knight away.
She was now returning to Montalban, having arranged with
Rogero to join her there. To Bradamante, therefore, his
fair cousin, Astolpho committed Rabican, and also the
lance of gold, which would only be an encumbrance in his
aerial excursion. Bradamante took charge of both; and
Astolpho, bidding her farewell, soared in air.
Among those delivered by Astolpho from the magician's
castle was Orlando. Following the guide of chance, the
paladin found himself at the close of day in a forest, and
stopped at the foot of a mountain. Surprised to discern a
light which came from a cleft in the rock, he approached,
guided by the ray, and discovered a narrow passage in the
mountain-side, which led into a deep grotto.
Orlando fastened his horse, and then, putting aside the
bushes that resisted his passage, stepped down from rock
to rock till he reached a sort of cavern. Entering it, he
perceived a lady, young and handsome, as well as he could
discover through the signs of distress which agitated her
countenance. Her only companion was an old woman, who
seemed to be regarded by her young partner with terror and
indignation; The courteous paladin saluted the women
respectfully, and begged to know by whose barbarity they
had been subjected to such imprisonment.
The younger lady replied, in a voice often broken with
sobs:-
"Though I know well that my recital will subject
me to worse treatment by the barbarious man who keeps me
here, to whom this woman will not fail to report it, yet I
will not hide from you the facts. Ah! why should I fear
his rage? If he should take my life, I know not what
better boon than death I can ask.
"My name is Isabella. I am the daughter of the king
of Galicia, or rather I should say misfortune and grief
are my parents. Young, rich, modest, and of tranquil
temper, all things appeared to combine to render my lot
happy. Alas! I see myself to-day poor, humbled, miserable,
and destined perhaps to yet further afflictions. It is a
year since, my father having given notice that he would
open the lists for a tournament at Bayonne, a great number
of chevaliers from all quarters came together at our
court. Among these, Zerbino, son of the king of Scotland,
victorious in all combats, eclipsed by his beauty and his
valor all the rest. Before departing from the court of
Galicia he testified the wish to espouse me, and I
consented that he should demand my hand of the king, my
father. But I was a Mahometan, and Zerbino a Christian,
and my father refused his consent. The prince, called home
by his father to take command of the forces destined to
the assistance of the French Emperor, prevailed on me to
be married to him secretly, and to follow him to Scotland.
He caused a galley to be prepared to receive me, and
placed in command of it the chevalier Oderic, a Biscayan,
famous for his exploits both by land and sea. On the day
appointed, Oderic brought his vessel to a sea-side resort
of my father's, where I embarked. Some of my domestics
accompanied me, and thus I departed from my native land.
"Sailing with a fair wind, after some hours we
were assailed by a violent tempest. It was to no purpose
that we took in all sail; we were driven before the wind
directly upon the rocky shore. Seeing no other hopes of
safety, Oderic placed me in a boat, followed himself with
a few of his men, and made for land. We reached it through
infinite peril, and I no sooner felt the firm land beneath
my feet, than I knelt down and poured out heart-felt
thanks to the Providence that had preserved me.
"The shore where we landed appeared to be
uninhabited. We saw no dwelling to shelter us, no road to
lead us to a more hospitable spot. A high mountain rose
before us, whose base stretched into the sea. It was here
the infamous Oderic, in spite of my tears and entreaties,
sold me to a band of pirates, who fancied I might be an
acceptable present to their prince, the Sultan of Morocco.
This cavern is their den, and here they keep me under the
guard of this woman, until it shall suit their convenience
to carry me away."
Isabella had hardly finished her recital, when a troop
of armed men began to enter the cavern. Seeing the prince
Orlando, one said to the rest, "What bird is this we
have caught, without even setting a snare for him?"
Then addressing Orlando, "It was truly civil in you,
friend, to come hither with that handsome coat of armor
and vest, the very things I want." "You shall
pay for them, then," said Orlando; and, seizing a
half-burnt brand from the fire, he hurled it at him,
striking his head, and stretching him lifeless on the
floor.
There was a massy table in the middle of the cavern,
used for the pirates' repasts. Orlando lifted it and
hurled it at the robbers as they stood clustered in a
group towards the entrance. Half the gang were laid
prostrate, with broken heads and limbs; the rest got away
as nimbly as they could.
Leaving the den and its inmates to their fate, Orlando,
taking Isabella under his protection, pursued his way, for
some days, without meeting with any adventure.
One day they saw a band of men advancing, who seemed to
be guarding a prisoner, bound hand and foot, as if being
carried to execution. The prisoner was a youthful
cavalier, of a noble and ingenuous appearance. The band
bore the ensigns of Count Anselm, head of the treacherous
house of Maganza. Orlando desired Isabella to wait, while
he rode forward to inquire the meaning of this array.
Approaching, he demanded of the leader who his prisoner
was, and of what crime he had been guilty. The man
replied, that the prisoner was a murderer, by whose hand
Pinabel, the son of Count Anselm, had been treacherously
slain. At these words, the prisoner exclaimed, "I am
no murderer, nor have I been in any way the cause of the
young man's death." Orlando, knowing the cruel and
ferocious character of the chiefs of the house of Maganza,
needed no more to satisfy him that the youth was the
victim of injustice. He commanded the leader of the troop
to release his victim, and, receiving an insolent reply,
dashed him to the earth with a stroke of his lance; then,
by a few vigorous blows, dispersed the band, leaving
deadly marks on those who were slowest to quit the field.
Orlando then hastened to unbind the prisoner, and to
assist him to reclothe himself in his armor, which the
false Magencian had dared to assume. He then led him to
Isabella, who now approached the scene of action. How can
we picture the joy, the astonishment, with which Isabella
recognized in him Zerbino, her husband, and the prince
discovered her whom he had believed overwhelmed in the
waves! They embraced one another, and wept for joy.
Orlando, sharing in their happiness, congratulated himself
in having been the instrument of it. The princess
recounted to Zerbino what the illustrious paladin had done
for her, and the prince threw himself at Orlando's feet,
and thanked him as having twice preserved his life.
While these exchanges of congratulation and
thankfulness were going on, a sound in the underwood
attracted their attention, and caused the two knights to
brace their helmets and stand on their guard. What the
cause of the interruption was, we shall record in another
chapter.