See, he has touched the Rowski's shield with the point of his lance! By St.Bendigo, a perilous venture!" The unknown knight had indeed defied the Rowski to the death, as the Prince of Cleves remarked from the battlement where he and his daughter stood to witness the combat; and so, having defied his enemy, the Incognito galloped round under the castle wall, bowing elegantly to the lovely Princess there, and then took his ground and waited for the foe.
His armor blazed in the sunshine as he sat there, motionless, on his cream-colored steed.

He looked like one of those fairy knights one has read of--one of those celestial champions who decided so many victories before the invention of gun powder.
The Rowski's horse was speedily brought to the door of his pavilion; and that redoubted warrior, blazing in a suit of magnificent brass armor, clattered into his saddle.

Long waves of blood-red feathers bristled over his helmet, which was farther ornamented by two huge horns of the aurochs.

His lance was painted white and red, and he whirled the prodigious beam in the air and caught it with savage glee.

He laughed when he saw the slim form of his antagonist; and his soul rejoiced to meet the coming battle.