On great occasions persons often do trivial acts.

With Yolanda held tightly in the embrace of his left arm, Max stooped to the ground and picked up his battle-axe with his right hand.

Then he strode to the north end of the lists and placed the girl in my arms.
"Yolanda," he said, intending to tell me of his fair burden.
"No, Max," I whispered, as he unfastened his helmet.

"Not Yolanda, but the princess.

The two resemble each other greatly." "Yolanda," returned Max, doggedly.