"By St.Chad a good thrust!" and he pointed to the long sword driven up to the hilt in the brute's breast.

"Why, I swear I could not have made a better myself." "I think it was the lion that thrust," answered Godwin.

"I only held the sword straight.

Drag it out, brother, I am still too weak." So Wulf set his foot upon the breast of the lion and tugged and tugged until at length he loosened the sword, saying as he strained at it: "Oh! what an Essex hog am I, who slept through it all, never waking until Masouda seized me by the hair, and I opened my eyes to see you upon the ground with this yellow beast crouched on the top of you like a hen on a nest egg.

I thought that it was alive and smote it with my sword, which, had I been fully awake, I doubt if I should have found the courage to do.