Like the war-horse of Job (the prophet and afflicted man) he stamped with his foot and said among the captains "ha ha!" His nostrils scented the battle from very far off; he set on like the quarrell of a bow, and gathering force as he went, came rocking into his adversary like galley against galley.

With all this he was gentle, had a pleasant laugh.

It was good to be struck down by such a man, if it ever can be good.

He bore away opposition as he bore away the knights.' If one half of this were true, and no man in steel could withstand him, how could circumstance, how could she, this slim and frightened girl?
Mad indeed with love and pride, quite beside herself, she forgot for once her tremors and qualms.

On the last day she fell panting upon his breast; and he, a great lover, kissed her before them all, and lifted her high in his hands.