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144 MOONFOLK.<br />
would have entered his open<br />
mouth, swerved suddenly<br />
aside, and not heeding the edge of the blade, which slid<br />
harmlessly along his cheek, he aimed a blow with his<br />
tusks at the knight's right leg, which only the armor<br />
covering it prevented from taking full effect. As it<br />
was, Sir Lancelot staggered several paces, and had not<br />
recovered himself when the boar, turning short in his<br />
tracks, rushed upon him from behind, aiming to<br />
overthrow<br />
him and so be able to reach a more vulnerable<br />
point.<br />
The movement was so sudden and so unexpected<br />
as almost to succeed, and Sir Lancelot, dropping<br />
upon one knee, let fall his sword, and seizing the dagger<br />
in his right hand, received the boar upon his wounded<br />
left arm, and at the same moment struck a deep and<br />
downright blow into the gleaming right eye<br />
of the<br />
creature, who, uttering a savage cry of rage and pain,<br />
threw himself forward, tearing and grinding with his<br />
tusks, which slid along the arm as far as the elbow, and<br />
there penetrating the point of the brassarde or armor<br />
of the arm, tore off the plate and inflicted a slight wound<br />
upon<br />
the flesh beneath. The next instant the boar<br />
rolled over in his death-agony, and Sir Lancelot, shaking<br />
himself free from the huge carcass, rose to his feet and<br />
looked about him.<br />
The sun was near its setting, and its last rays struck<br />
through and through the treetops, casting a green and<br />
golden light into the depths of the forest, lighting them<br />
like noonday. All the birds had come home to their nests,