'Why, I have seen that lad pick up a full-size sergeant of dragoons and throw him into a cart as though he had been a clod of earth.' 'Strong he is,' grumbled Buyse, still wringing his injured hand, 'strong as old Gotz mit de iron grip.

But what good is strength alone in the handling of a weapon?
It is not the force of a blow, but the way in which it is geschlagen, that makes the effect.

Your sword now is heavier than mine, by the look of it, and yet my blade would bite deeper.

Eh?
Is not that a more soldierly sport than kinderspiel such as hand-grasping and the like ?' 'He is a modest youth,' said Saxon.

'Yet I would match his stroke against yours.' 'For what ?' snarled the German.
'For as much wine as we can take at a sitting.
'No small amount, either,' said Buyse; 'a brace of gallons at the least.
Well, be it so.