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    CHAPTER VIII.
    BRADAMANTE AND ROGERO.

    BRADAMANTE, the knight of the white plume and shield, whose sudden
    appearance and encounter with Sacripant we have already told, was in
    quest of Rogero, from whom chance had separated her, almost at the
    beginning of their acquaintance. After her encounter with Sacripant,
    Bradamante pursued her way through the forest, in hopes of rejoining
    Rogero, and arrived at last on the brink of a fair fountain.
    This fountain flowed through a broad meadow. Ancient trees
    overshadowed it, and travellers, attracted by the sweet murmur of
    its waters, stopped there to cool themselves. Bradamante, casting
    her eyes on all sides to enjoy the beauties of the spot, perceived,
    under the shade of a tree, a knight reclining, who seemed to be
    oppressed with the deepest grief.
    Bradamante accosted him, and asked to be informed of the cause of
    his distress. "Alas! my lord," said he, "I lament a young and charming
    friend, my affianced wife, who has been torn from me by a villain,-
    let me rather call him a demon,- who, on a winged horse, descended
    from the air, seized her, and bore her screaming to his den. I have
    pursued them over rocks and through ravines till my horse is no longer
    able to bear me, and I now wait only for death." He added, that
    already a vain attempt on his behalf had been made by two knights whom
    chance had brought to the spot. Their names were Gradasso, king of
    Sericane, and Rogero, the Moor. Both had been overcome by the wiles of
    the enchanter, and were added to the number of the captives, whom he
    held in an impregnable castle, situated on the height of the mountain.
    At the mention of Rogero's name, Bradamante started with delight,
    which was soon changed to an opposite sentiment when she heard that
    her lover was a prisoner in the toils of the enchanter. "Sir
    Knight," she said, "do not surrender yourself to despair; this day may
    be more happy for you than you think, if you will only lead me to
    the castle which enfolds her whom you deplore."
    The knight responded, "After having lost all that made life dear
    to me, I have no motive to avoid the dangers of the enterprise, and
    I will do as you request; but I forewarn you of the perils you will
    have to encounter. If you fall, impute it not to me."
    Having thus spoken, they took their way to the castle, but were
    overtaken by a messenger from the camp, who had been sent in quest
    of Bradamante to summon her back to the army, where her presence was
    needed to reassure her disheartened forces, and withstand the
    advance of the Moors.
    The mournful knight, whose name was Pinabel, thus became aware
    that Bradamante was a scion of the house of Clermont, between which
    and his own of Mayence there existed an ancient feud. From this moment
    the traitor sought only how he might be rid of the company of
    Bradamante, from whom he feared no good would come to him, but
    rather mortal injury, if his name and lineage became known to her. For
    he judged her by his own base model, and, knowing his ill deserts,
    he feared to receive his due.
    Bradamante, in spite of the summons to return to the army, could not
    resolve to leave her lover in captivity, and determined first to
    finish the adventure on which she was engaged. Pinabel leading the
    way, they at length arrived at a wood, in the centre of which rose a
    steep, rocky mountain. Pinabel, who now thought of nothing else but
    how he might escape from Bradamante, proposed to ascend the mountain
    to extend his view in order to discover a shelter for the night, if
    any there might be within sight. Under this pretence he left
    Bradamante, and advanced up the side of the mountain till he came to a
    cleft in the rock, down which he looked, and perceived that it widened
    below into a spacious cavern. Meanwhile Bradamante, fearful of
    losing her guide, had followed close on his footsteps, and rejoined
    him at the mouth of the cavern. Then the traitor, seeing the
    impossibility of escaping her, conceived another design. He told her
    that before her approach he had seen in the cavern a young and
    beautiful damsel, whose rich dress announced her high birth, who
    with tears and lamentations implored assistance; that before he
    could descend to relieve her, a ruffian had seized her, and hurried
    away into the recesses of the cavern.
    Bradamante, full of truth and courage, readily believed this lie
    of the Mayencian traitor. Eager to succor the damsel, she looked round
    for the means of facilitating the descent, and seeing a large elm with
    spreading branches, she lopped off with her sword one of the
    largest, and thrust it into the opening. She told Pinabel to hold fast
    to the larger end, while, grasping the branches with her hands, she
    let herself down into the cavern.
    The traitor smiled at seeing her thus suspended, and, asking her
    in mockery, "Are you a good leaper?" he let go the branch with
    perfidious glee, and saw Bradamante precipitated to the bottom of
    the cave. "I wish your whole race were there with you," he muttered,
    "that you might all perish together."
    But Pinabel's atrocious design was not accomplished. The twigs and
    foliage of the branch broke its descent, and Bradamante, not seriously
    injured, though stunned with her fall, was reserved for other
    adventures.
    As soon as she recovered from the shock, Bradamante cast her eyes
    around and perceived a door, through which she passed into a second
    cavern, larger and loftier than the first. It had the appearance of
    a subterranean temple. Columns of the purest alabaster adorned it, and
    supported the roof; a simple altar rose in the middle; a lamp, whose
    radiance was reflected by the alabaster walls, cast a mild light
    around.
    Bradamante, inspired by a sense of religious awe, approached the
    altar, and, falling on her knees, poured forth her prayers and
    thanks to the Preserver of her life, invoking the protection of his
    power. At that moment a small door opened, and a female issued from it
    with naked feet, and flowing robe and hair, who called her by her
    name, and thus addressed her. "Brave and generous Bradamante, know
    that it is a power from above that has brought you hither. The
    spirit of Merlin, whose last earthly abode was in this place, has
    warned me of your arrival, and of the fate that awaits you. This
    famous grotto," she continued, "was the work of the enchanter
    Merlin; here his ashes repose. You have no doubt heard how this sage
    and virtuous enchanter ceased to be. Victim of the artful fairy of the
    lake, Merlin, by a fatal compliance with her request, laid himself
    down living in his tomb, without power to resist the spell laid upon
    him by that ingrate, who retained him there as long as he lived. His
    spirit hovers about this spot, and will not leave it, until the last
    trumpet shall summon the dead to judgment. He answers the questions of
    those who approach his tomb, where perhaps you may be privileged to
    hear his voice."
    Bradamante, astonished at these words, and the objects which met her
    view, knew not whether she was awake or asleep. Confused, but
    modest, she cast down her eyes, and a blush overspread her face.
    "Ah, what am I," said she, "that so great a prophet should deign to
    speak to me!" Still, with a secret satisfaction, she followed the
    priestess, who led her to the tomb of Merlin. This tomb was
    constructed of a species of stone hard and resplendent like fire.
    The rays which beamed from the stone sufficed to light up that
    terrible place, where the sun's rays never penetrated; but I know
    not whether that light was the effect of a certain phosphorescence
    of the stone itself, or of the many talismans and charms with which it
    was wrought over.
    Bradamante had hardly passed the threshold of this sacred place,
    when the spirit of the enchanter saluted her with a voice firm and
    distinct. "May thy designs be prosperous, O chaste and noble maiden,
    the future mother of heroes, the glory of Italy, and destined to
    fill the whole world with their fame. Great captains, renowned
    knights, shall be numbered among your descendants, who shall defend
    the Church and restore their country to its ancient splendor. Princes,
    wise as Augustus and the sage Numa, shall bring back the age of gold.*
    To accomplish these grand destinies it is ordained that you shall
    wed the illustrious Rogero. Fly then to his deliverance, and lay
    prostrate in the dust the traitor who has snatched him from you, and
    now holds him in chains!"

    * This prophecy is introduced by Ariosto in this place to compliment
    the noble house of Este, the princess of his native state, the dukedom
    of Ferrara.

    Merlin ceased with these words, and left to Melissa, the
    priestess, the charge of more fully instructing the maiden in her
    future course. "To-morrow," said she, "I will conduct you to the
    castle on the rock where Rogero is held captive. I will not leave
    you till I have guided you through this wild wood, and I will direct
    you on your way so that you shall be in no danger of mistaking it."
    The next morning Melissa conducted Bradamante, between rocks and
    precipices, crossing rapid torrents, and traversing intricate
    passes, employing the time in imparting to her such information as was
    necessary to enable her to bring her design to a successful issue.
    "Not only would the castle, impenetrable by force, and that winged
    horse of his baffle your efforts, but know that he possesses also a
    buckler whence flashes a light so brilliant that the eyes of all who
    look upon it are blinded. Think not to avoid it by shutting your eyes,
    for how then will you be able to avoid his blows, and make him feel
    your own? But I will teach you the proper course to pursue.
    "Agramant, the Moorish prince, possesses a ring stolen from a
    queen of India, which has power to render of no avail all
    enchantments. Agramant, knowing that Rogero is of more importance to
    him than any one of his warriors, is desirous of rescuing him from the
    power of the enchanter, and has sent for that purpose Brunello, the
    most crafty and sagacious of his servants, provided with his wonderful
    ring, and he is even now at hand, bent on this enterprise. But,
    beautiful Bradamante, as I desire that no one but yourself shall
    have the glory of delivering from thraldom your future spouse,
    listen while I disclose the means of success. Following this path
    which leads by the sea-shore, you will come erelong to a hostelry,
    where the Saracen Brunello will arrive shortly after you. You will
    readily know him by his stature, under four feet, his great
    disproportioned head, his squint eyes, his livid hue, his thick
    eyebrows joining his tufted beard. His dress, moreover, that of a
    courier, will point him out to you.
    "It will be easy for you to enter into conversation with him,
    announcing yourself as a knight seeking combat with the enchanter, but
    let not the knave suspect that you know anything about the ring. I
    doubt not that he will offer to be your guide to the castle of the
    enchanter. Accept his offer, but take care to keep behind him till you
    come in sight of the brilliant dome of the castle. Then hesitate not
    to strike him dead, for the wretch deserves no pity, and take from him
    the ring. But let him not suspect your intention, for by putting the
    ring into his mouth he will instantly become invisible and disappear
    from your eyes."
    Saying thus, the sage Melissa and the fair Bradamante arrived near
    the city of Bordeaux, where the rich and wide river Garonne pours
    the tribute of its waves into the sea. They parted with tender
    embraces. Bradamante, intent wholly on her purpose, hastened to arrive
    at the hostelry, where Brunello had preceded her a few moments only.
    The young heroine knew him without difficulty. She accosted him, and
    put to him some slight questions, to which he replied with adroit
    falsehoods. Bradamante, on her part, concealed from him her sex, her
    religion, her country, and the blood from whence she sprung. While
    they talk together, sudden cries are heard from all parts of the
    hostelry. "O queen of heaven!" exclaimed Bradamante, "what can be
    the cause of this sudden alarm?" She soon learned the cause. Host,
    children, domestics, all, with upturned eyes, as if they saw a comet
    or a great eclipse, were gazing on a prodigy which seemed to pass
    the bounds of possibility. She beheld distinctly a winged horse,
    mounted with a cavalier in rich armor, cleaving the air with rapid
    flight. The wings of this strange courser were wide extended, and
    covered with feathers of various colors. The polished armor of the
    knight made them shine with rainbow tints. In a short time, the
    horse and rider disappeared behind the summits of the mountains.
    "It is an enchanter," said the host, "a magician who often is seen
    traversing the air in that way. Sometimes he flies aloft as if among
    the stars, and at others, skims along the land. He possesses a
    wonderful castle on the top of the Pyrenees. Many knights have shown
    their courage by going to attack him, but none have ever returned,
    from which it is to be feared they have lost either their life or
    their liberty."
    Bradamante, addressing the host, said, "Could you furnish me a guide
    to conduct me to the castle of this enchanter?" "By my faith," said
    Brunello, interrupting, "that you shall not seek in vain; I have it
    all in writing, and I will myself conduct you." Bradamante, with
    thanks, accepted him for her guide.
    The host had a tolerable horse to dispose of, which Bradamante
    bargained for, and the next day, at the first dawn of morning, she
    took her route by a narrow valley, taking care to have the Saracen
    Brunello lead the way.
    They reached the summit of the Pyrenees, whence one may look down on
    France, Spain, and the two seas. From this height they descended again
    by a fatiguing road into a deep valley. From the middle of this valley
    an isolated mountain rose, composed of rough and perpendicular rock,
    on whose summit was the castle, surrounded with a wall of brass.
    Brunello said, "Yonder is the stronghold where the enchanter keeps his
    prisoners; one must have wings to mount thither; it is easy to see
    that the aid of a flying horse must be necessary for the master of
    this castle, which he uses for his prison and for his abode."
    Bradamante, sufficiently instructed, saw that the time had now
    come to possess herself of the ring; but she could not resolve to slay
    a defenceless man. She seized Brunello before he was aware, bound
    him to a tree, and took from him the ring which he wore on one of
    his fingers. The cries and entreaties of the perfidious Saracen
    moved her not. She advanced to the foot of the rock whereon the castle
    stood, and, to draw the magician to the combat, sounded her horn,
    adding to it cries of defiance.
    The enchanter delayed not to present himself, mounted on his
    winged horse. Bradamante was struck with surprise mixed with joy
    when she saw that this person, described as so formidable, bore no
    lance, nor club, nor any other deadly weapon. He had only on his arm a
    buckler, covered with a cloth, and in his hand an open book. As to the
    winged horse, there was no enchantment about him. He was a natural
    animal, of a species which exists in the Riphaean mountains. Like a
    griffin, he had the head of an eagle, claws armed with talons, and
    wings covered with feathers, the rest of his body being that of a
    horse. This strange animal is called a Hippogriff.
    The heroine attacked the enchanter on his approach, striking on this
    side and on that, with all the energy of a violent combat, but
    wounding only the wind, and, after this pretended attack had lasted
    some time, dismounted from her horse, as if hoping to do battle more
    effectually on foot. The enchanter now prepares to employ his sole
    weapon, by uncovering the magic buckler which never failed to subdue
    an enemy by depriving him of his senses. Bradamante, confiding in
    her ring, observed all the motions of her adversary, and, at the
    unveiling of the shield, cast herself on the ground, pretending that
    the splendor of the shield had overcome her, but in reality to
    induce the enchanter to dismount and approach her.
    It happened according to her wish. When the enchanter saw her
    prostrate, he made his horse alight on the ground, and, dismounting,
    fixed the shield on the pommel of his saddle, and approached in
    order to secure the fallen warrior. Bradamante, who watched him
    intently, as soon as she saw him near at hand, sprang up, seized him
    vigorously, threw him down, and, with the same chain which the
    enchanter had prepared for herself, bound him fast, without his
    being able to make any effectual resistance.
    The enchanter, with the accents of despair, exclaimed, "Take my
    life, young man!" but Bradamante was far from complying with such a
    wish. Desirous of knowing the name of the enchanter, and for what
    purpose he had formed with so much art this impregnable fortress,
    she commanded him to inform her.
    "Alas!" replied the magician, while tears flowed down his cheeks,
    "it is not to conceal booty, nor for any culpable design, that I
    have built this castle; it was only to guard the life of a young
    knight, the object of my tenderest affection, my art having taught
    me that he is destined to become a Christian, and to perish, shortly
    after, by the blackest of treasons.
    "This youth, named Rogero, is the most beautiful and most
    accomplished of knights. It is I, the unhappy Atlantes, who have
    reared him from his childhood. The call of honor and the desire of
    glory led him from me to follow Agramant, his prince, in his
    invasion of France, and I, more devoted to Rogero than the tenderest
    of parents, have sought the means of bringing him back to this
    abode, in the hope of saving him from the cruel fate that menaces him.
    "For this purpose I have got him in my possession by the same
    means as I attempted to employ against you; and by which I have
    succeeded in collecting a great many knights and ladies in my
    castle. My purpose was to render my beloved pupil's captivity light,
    by affording him society to amuse him, and keep his thoughts from
    running on subjects of war and glory. Alas! my cares have been in
    vain! Yet, take, I beseech you, whatever else I have, but spare me
    my beloved pupil. Take this shield, take this winged courser,
    deliver such of your friends as you may find among my prisoners,
    deliver them all if you will, but leave me my beloved Rogero; or if
    you will snatch him too from me, take also my life, which will cease
    then to be to me worth preserving."
    Bradamante replied: "Old man, hope not to move me by your vain
    entreaties. It is precisely the liberty of Rogero that I require.
    You would keep him here in bondage and in slothful pleasure, to save
    him from a fate which you foresee. Vain old man! how can you foresee
    his fate when you could not foresee your own? You desire me to take
    your life. No, my arm and my soul refuse the request." This said,
    she required the magician to go before, and guide her to the castle.
    The prisoners were set at liberty, though some, in their secret
    hearts, regretted the voluptuous life which was thus brought to an
    end. Bradamante and Rogero met one another with transports of joy.
    They descended from the mountain to the spot where the encounter had
    taken place. There they found the Hippogriff, with the magic buckler
    in its wrapper, hanging to his saddle-bow. Bradamante advanced to
    seize the bridle; the Hippogriff seemed to wait her approach, but
    before she reached him he spread his wings and flew away to a
    neighboring hill, and in the same manner, a second time, eluded her
    efforts. Rogero and the other liberated knights dispersed over the
    plain and hill-tops to secure him, and at last the animal allowed
    Rogero to seize his rein. The fearless Rogero hesitated not to vault
    upon his back, and let him feel his spurs, which so roused his
    mettle that, after galloping a short distance, he suddenly spread
    his wings, and soared into the air. Bradamante had the grief to see
    her lover snatched away from her at the very moment of reunion.
    Rogero, who knew not the art of directing the horse was unable to
    control his flight. He found himself carried over the tops of the
    mountains, so far above them that he could hardly distinguish what was
    land and what water. The Hippogriff directed his flight to the west,
    and cleaved the air as swiftly as a new-rigged vessel cut the waves,
    impelled by the freshest and most favorable gales.

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