The Jew laughed at him.

A thrust at the face followed.

The Jew stepped lightly to the left; quick as the thrust was, the step was quicker.

Under the lifted arm of the foe he slid his shield, advancing it until the sword and sword-arm were both caught on its upper surface; another step, this time forward and left, and the man's whole right side was offered to the point.
The centurion fell heavily on his breast, clanging the pavement, and Ben-Hur had won.

With his foot upon his enemy's back, he raised his shield overhead after a gladiatorial custom, and saluted the imperturbable soldiers by the gate.
When the people realized the victory they behaved like mad.
On the houses far as the Xystus, fast as the word could fly, they waved their shawls and handkerchiefs and shouted; and if he had consented, the Galileans would have carried Ben-Hur off upon their shoulders.
To a petty officer who then advanced from the gate he said, "Thy comrade died like a soldier.