My right hand, grasping the unseen knife, was still disengaged.

It was lifted to strike.

All my strength was exhausted, but what was sufficient to the performance of this deed.

Already was the energy awakened, and the impulse given, that should bear the fatal steel to his heart, when--Wieland shrunk back: his hand was withdrawn.

Breathless with affright and desperation, I stood, freed from his grasp; unassailed; untouched.
Thus long had the power which controuled the scene forborne to interfere; but now his might was irresistible, and Wieland in a moment was disarmed of all his purposes.