Rinaldo with more skill his blade inclined,

  And stunned the arm of Sericana's lord.

  Him oft he reached where casque and coat confined,

  And often raked his haunches with the sword:

  But adamantine was his corslet's rind,

  Nor link the restless faulchion broke or bored.

  If so impassive was the paynim's scale,

  Know, charmed by magic was the stubborn mail.