Infuriate at the mockery, Calcabrina
Flying behind him followed close, desirousThe other should escape, to have a quarrel.
And when the barrator had disappeared,He turned his talons upon his companion,And grappled with him right above the moat.
But sooth the other was a doughty sparhawkTo clapperclaw him well; and both of themFell in the middle of the boiling pond.
A sudden intercessor was the heat;But ne’ertheless of rising there was naught,To such degree they had their wings belimed.