Frederick of Hohenstaufen lingered until almost surrounded, and then retired slowly before his antagonist, hoping to obtain some advantage from the pursuer's impetuosity.
But the Suabian was as cautious and dangerous as ever.
"Hold, Sir Knight!" said Frederick, suddenly sinking his sword and lowering his visor.

"I beg your name." "I am called Gilbert de Hers," replied the youth, imitating his example.
"There," cried the Lord of Hohenstaufen, throwing down his glove, "wear that for me, and say for Frederick of Hohenstaufen, that he rarely coped with better knight." At these words, the giant mounted a horse which a groom had brought him through the fray, and, waving an adieu, wheeled off to another part of the field.

Gilbert raised the gage and fastened it in his casque.

There was a strong tumult in the young noble's heart.

In spite of his impulsive disposition, he was never so calm as when in danger.