# Clarel/Part 4/Canto 1
## 1. In Saddle

OF OLD, if legend truth aver, With hearts that did in aim concur, Three mitered kings--Amerrian, Apelius, and Damazon-- By miracle in Cassak met 5 (An Indian city, bards infer); Thence, prompted by the vision yet To find the new-born Lord nor err, Westward their pious feet they set-- With gold and frankincense and myrrh. 10 Nor failed they, though by deserts vast And voids and menaces they passed: They failed not, for a light was given-- The light and pilotage of heaven: A light, a lead, no longer won 15 By any, now, who seekers are: Or fable is it? but if none, Let man lament the foundered Star.
 And Kedron's pilgrims: In review The wilds receive those guests anew. 20
Yet ere, the MANGER now to win, Their desert march they re-begin, Belated leaving Saba's tower; Reverted glance they grateful throw, Nor slight the abbot's parting dower 25 Whose benedictions with them go. Nor did the sinner of the isle From friendly cheer refrain, though lax: "Our Lady of the Vines beguile Your travel and bedew your tracks!" 30 Blithe wishes, which slim mirth bestow For, ah, with chill at heart they mind Two now forever left behind. But as men drop, replacements rule: Though fleeting be each part assigned, 35 The eternal ranks of life keep full: So here if but in small degree-- Recruits for fallen ones atone; The Arnaut and pilgrim from the sea The muster joining; also one 40 In military undress dun-- A stranger quite.  The Arnaut rode For escort mere. His martial stud A brother seemed--as strong as he, 45 As brave in trappings, and with blood As proud, and equal gravity, Reserving latent mettle. Good To mark the rider in his seat-- Tall, shapely, powerful and complete; 50 A'lean, too, in an easy way, Like Pisa's Tower confirmed in place Nor lacking in subordinate grace Of lighter beauty. Truth to say, This horseman seemed to waive command: 55 Abeyance of the bridle-hand. But winning space more wide and clear He showed in ostentation here How but a pulse conveyed through rein
Could thrill and fire, or prompt detain. 60 On dappled steed, in kilt snow-white, With burnished arms refracting light, He orbits round the plodding train. Djalea in quiet seat observes; 'Tis little from his poise he swerves; 65 Sedate he nods, as he should say: "Rough road may tame this holiday Of thine; but pleasant to look on: Come, that's polite!" for on the wing, Or in suspense of curveting 70 Chiron salutes the Emir's son.
 Meantime, remiss, with dangling sword, Upon a cloistral beast but sad, A Saba friar's befitting pad (His own steed, having sprained a cord, 75 Left now behind in convent ward) The plain-clad soldier, heeding none Though marked himself, in neutral tone Maintained his place. His shoulders lithe Were long-sloped and yet ample, too, 80 In keeping with each limb and thew: Waist flexile as a willow withe; Withal, a slouched reserve of strength, As in the pard's luxurious length;
The cheek, high-boned, of copperish show 85 Enhanced by sun on land and seas; Long hair, much like a Cherokee's, Curving behind the ear in flow And veiling part a saber-scar Slant on the neck, a livid bar; 90 Nor might the felt hat hide from view One temple pitted with strange blue Of powder-burn. Of him you'd say-- A veteran, no more. But nay: Brown eyes, what reveries they keep-- 95 Sad woods they be, where wild things sleep.  Hereby, and by yet other sign,
To Rolfe, and Clarel part, and Vine, The stranger stood revealed, confessed A native of the fair South-West-- 100 Their countryman, though of a zone Varied in nature from their own: A countryman--but how estranged! Nor any word as yet exchanged With them. But yester-evening's hour 105 Then first he came to Saba's tower, And saw the Epirot aside In conference, and word supplied Touching detention of the troop Destined to join him for the swoop 110 Over Jordan. But the pilgrims few Knew not hereof, not yet they knew, But deemed him one who took his way Eccentric in an armed survey Of Judah. 115  On the pearl-gray ass (From Siddim riderless, alas!) Rode now the timoneer sedate, Jogging beneath the Druze's lee, As well he might, instructed late 120 What perils in lack of convoy be. A frater-feeling of the sea Influenced Rolfe, and made him take Solace with him of salt romance, Albeit Agath scarce did wake 125 To full requital--chill, perchance Derived from years or diffidence; Howe'er, in friendly way Rolfe plied One-sided chat.  As on they ride 130 And o'er the ridge begin to go, A parting glance they turn; and lo! The convent's twin towers disappear-- Engulfed like a brig's masts below Submerging waters. Thence they steer 135 Upward anew, in lane of steeps--
Ravine hewn-out, as 'twere by sledges; Inwalled, from ledges unto ledges, And stepwise still, each rider creeps, Until, at top, their eyes behold 140 Judaea in highlands far unrolled. A horseman so, in easier play Wheeling aloft (so travelers say) Up the Moor's Tower, may outlook gain From saddle over Seville's plain. 145  But here, 'twixt tent-lapped hills, they see, Northward, a land immovably Haggard and haggish, specked gray-green-- Pale tint of those frilled lichens lean, Which on a prostrate pine ye view, 150 When fallen from the banks of grace Down to the sand-pit's sterile place, Blisters supplant the beads of dew. Canker and palmer-worm both must Famished have left those fields of rust: 155 The rain is powder--land of dust: There few do tarry, none may live-- Save mad, possessed, or fugitive.  Exalted in accursed estate, Like Naaman in his leprous plight 160 Haughty before Elisha's gate, Show the blanched hills.
 All now alight Upon the Promethean ledge. The Druze stands by the imminent edge 165 Peering, and rein in hand. With head Over her master's shoulder laid, The mare, too, gazed, nor feared a check, Though leaning half her lovesome neck, Yet lightly, as a swan might do. 170 An arm Djalea enfolding stretched, While sighs the sensitive creature fetched, As e'en that waste to sorrow moved Instinctive. So, to take the view See man and mare, lover and loved. 175
 Slant palm to brow against the haze, Meantime the salt one sent his gaze As from the mast-head o'er the pale Expanse. But what may eyes avail? Land lone as seas without a sail. 180 "Wreck, ho--the wreck!" Not unamazed They hear his sudden outery. Crazed? Or subject yet by starts dismayed To flighty turns, for friars said Much wandered he in mind when low. 185 But never Agath heeded them: Forth did his leveled finger go And, fixing, pointed: "See ye, see? 'Way over where the gray hills be; Yonder--no, there that upland dim: 190 Wreck, ho! the wreck--Jerusalem!"  "Keen-sighted art thou!" said Djalea Confirming him; "ay, it is there."  Then Agath, that excitement gone, Relapsed into his quiet tone. 195