The second man caught his foot in the bar of the oak chair which he did not see, and went down prone, while Sir Andrew, taking no heed of him, rushed with a shout at the crowd who followed, and catching their blows upon his shield, rained down others so desperate that, being hampered by their very number, they gave before him, and staggered back along the passage.
"Guard your right, father!" cried Rosamund.

He sprang round, to see the Saracen, who had fallen, on his feet again.

At him he went, nor did the man wait the onset, but turned to fly, only to find his death, for the great sword caught him between neck and shoulders.

Now a voice cried: "We make poor sport with this old lion, and lose men.

Keep clear of his claws, and whelm him with spear casts." But Rosamund, who understood their tongue, sprang in front of him, and answered in Arabic: "Ay, through my breast; and go, tell that tale to Saladin!" Then, clear and calm was heard the command of Georgios.