Now he could see and grasp the knife, but there was no need to use it.

The great man beneath him flung his arms wide, shivered, and grew still.
Then it was, while men paused wondering at those awful blows, that Juanna, mindful of her deliverer's bidding, turned and fled, sick at heart but unhindered, to the edge of the ditch opposite the drawbridge.
Otter also rushed up and dragged Leonard from the ground.
"_Wow!_" he cried, "a good fight and a great blow! Dead, by my mother's spirit, and no touch of steel.

Awake, my father, awake! for if the boar is down the pigs remain!" Leonard heard his words dimly and knew their import.

With an effort he ceased to stagger and rested his weight upon the dwarf, much as a man might lean upon some sturdy post.

His breath came back to him and his mind cleared.