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THE FIGHT. 141
were exposed to danger should lie fell, and also by Ids
efforts to keep between them and their enemy, lest the
latter should Boddfnly rush upon and attack them. The
consequence of this divided attention was that a huge
downward blow from Sir Guy's heary Milan blade eat
through the armor protecting Sir Lancelot's left arm,
* sharp if not; dangerous wound.
"Ha, boaster! yield thee thy
blood flows fist!"
exclaimed Du Fontaine; hot Lancelot replied:
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Wait until we see thy blood also, before we speak of
yielding. On guard!"
And again the bright swords dashed, and the knights
rushed upon each other, while die "lnm f"> "Nt < *T"igi*
the branches fell
upon the polished armor of the one,
and the dark figure of the other, upon the great black
war-horse, and die frightened lady, and Bhoda with her
wondering eyes and pale cheeks.
And now Sir Lancelot,
giving his whole attention to the conflict, pressed his
opponent with such vigorous and well-directed blows,
that the movements of the latter became hurried and
unsteady, then filtering and aimless, until finally, with
one great stroke, Sir Lancelot beat him to his knee,
Standing
orer him, he drew Ac short dagger called
"Miserieordia," used by knights to finish combats begun
with the sword. Holding this to his throat and pr>
venting him firom rising, Sir Lancelot exclaimed :
Xow yield thee, Guy du Fontaine, rescue or ao
rescue, passing me thy knightly word, that neither now