Meanwhile, Orlando and the girl Leodilla got lost themselves, wandering around the forest looking for their companion. When evening came, they lay down to sleep underneath a tree, alongside each other. And for the whole night the brave paladin did nothing but snore loudly. He did not think even a little about the beautiful young girl at his side -- at least, so Turpino tells us.

The poem adds however that it is unknown how accurate Turpino is in his assertion that Orlando was virginal and chaste his whole life, champion of the Christian faith and little inclined to lust. Be it as it may, they are things we cannot know; the fact remains that the day after the girl Leodilla was very sulky, and no longer saw count Orlando in such a good light.

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