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BOOK THE FIFTH.
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I wandered reckless where, till wearied outAnd cold at heart, I laid me down to die:So by this warrior found. Him I had knownAnd loved, for all loved Conrade who had known him. 495Nor did I feel so pressing the hard handOf want in Orleans, ere he parted thence On perilous envoy. For of his small fare"—"Of this enough," said Conrade, "Holy Maid!One duty yet awaits me to perform. 500Orleans her envoy sent me, claiming aid From her inactive sovereign. Willingly Did I atchieve the hazardous enterprize, For Rumour had already made me fear The ill that had fallen on me. It remains 505Ere I do banish me from human kind, That I re-enter Orleans, and announce Thy march. 'Tis night—and hark! how dead a silence!Fit hour to tread so perilous a path!"
 So saying Conrade from the tent went forth. 510
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