While the company was panting at the shock--for barely a minute--he stood thus; and Jehane, quiet under so fierce a hold, leaned not upon him, but stood her own feet fairly, her calm brows upon a level with his chin.

Shameful if it was, at that moment of rude conquest she had no shame, and he no thought of shame.
Nor was there much time for thought at all.

Gurdun cried on the name of God and started forward; at the same instant Saint-Pol made a rush, and with him Des Barres.

Richard, with Jehane held close, went backwards on the way he had come in.

His long arm and long sword kept his distance; he worked them like a scythe.