To die in battle is one thing, but over against the very roofs of your home to find yourself brought to death's door by murderous treachery is quite another.
At this moment there came news of a diversion.

From below was heard the crying of a stormy voice.
"Halt! I command you! Halt!" And wheeling sufficiently to see, I observed through the twilight the figure of a stout man, who came leaping heavily up the hill towards us, waving a sword as he came.

Well, thought I, the more there are of them the quicker it will be over, and the more credit for us in keeping up our end so long.

Better die in a good fight than live with a bad conscience.
With which admirable reflection I sent my sword through Von Reuss's sword-arm, in the fleshy part, severing the muscle and causing him to drop his blade.

I had him then at my mercy, and experienced a great desire to push my blade down his throat, for a treacherous cowardly hound as he had proved himself to me.