He heard my voice and knew me.

With an oath he struck at my head.

The heavy sword came down upon my helmet of painted wood, shearing away one side of it and felling me, but ere I fell I smote him on the breast with the club I carried, tumbling him to the earth.

Now half stunned and blinded I crept towards him through the press.

All that I could see was a gleam of armour in the mud.