Then I, not deeming that to endure such taunts became my birth and breeding, struck him on his lying mouth.

Then, as we wrestled on the bridge, we both struck against the barrier, which was low, frail, and old, so that it gave way under our weight, and we both fell into the moat.

When I rose he was not in sight, otherwise I would have saved him by swimming, for I desire to have the life of no man on my hands in private quarrel.

But the archers shot at me from the drawbridge, so that I had to take thought for myself.

By swimming under the water I escaped, behind a jutting rock, to a secret stair, whence I pushed my way into a chamber of the castle.