It was short, three careers long.

At the first shock Richard unhorsed his man; at the second he unhelmed him with a deep flesh-furrow in the cheek; at the third he drove down horse and man together and broke the Count's back.

Saint-Pol never moved again.
The moment it was over, in the silence of all, Prince John came down from the tribune and fell upon Richard's neck.

'Oh, dearest brother,' cried he, 'what should I have done if the worst had befallen you?
I cannot bear to think of it.' 'Oh, brother,' Richard said very quietly, 'I think you would have borne it very well.

You would have married Madame Alois, and paid for a mass or two for me out of the dowry.' This raking shot was heard by everybody.