He seemed endowed with supernatural strength, and neither lance nor mace could arrest his brilliant career.

Wherever the foe was thickest, or the fight most dubious, his white crest gleamed like some fearful meteor.

It was difficult for the Suabian nobles to keep up with their invincible monarch, and only by dint of the most extraordinary efforts about twenty of the best lances of his army could prevent his falling alone upon the hostile masses.

Among those who fought at his side were the lords of Stramen and Hers, Gilbert and Henry.

At this moment a band of perhaps thirty horsemen, with their spears in rest, headed by a knight of gigantic size and another whose deeds had proclaimed him equally formidable, came like a thunderbolt through the opening files of the Bohemians, and fell upon the Suabian group.
The shock was fearful.