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Who
slayeth
the
dragon
,
the
shield
he
shall
win
.
And
Ethelred
uplifted
his
mace
,
and
struck
upon
the
head
of
the
dragon
,
which
fell
before
him
,
and
gave
up
his
pesty
breath
,
with
a
shriek
so
horrid
and
harsh
,
and
withal
so
piercing
,
that
Ethelred
had
fain
to
close
his
ears
with
his
hands
against
the
dreadful
noise
of
it
,
the
like
whereof
was
never
before
heard
.
"
Here
again
I
paused
abruptly
,
and
now
with
a
feeling
of
wild
amazement
--
for
there
could
be
no
doubt
whatever
that
,
in
this
instance
,
I
did
actually
hear
(
although
from
what
direction
it
proceeded
I
found
it
impossible
to
say
)
a
low
and
apparently
distant
,
but
harsh
,
protracted
,
and
most
unusual
screaming
or
grating
sound
--
the
exact
counterpart
of
what
my
fancy
had
already
conjured
up
for
the
dragon
's
unnatural
shriek
as
described
by
the
romancer
.
Oppressed
,
as
I
certainly
was
,
upon
the
occurrence
of
this
second
and
most
extraordinary
coincidence
,
by
a
thousand
conflicting
sensations
,
in
which
wonder
and
extreme
terror
were
predominant
,
I
still
retained
sufficient
presence
of
mind
to
avoid
exciting
,
by
any
observation
,
the
sensitive
nervousness
of
my
companion
.
I
was
by
no
means
certain
that
he
had
noticed
the
sounds
in
question
;
although
,
assuredly
,
a
strange
alteration
had
,
during
the
last
few
minutes
,
taken
place
in
his
demeanor
.
From
a
position
fronting
my
own
,
he
had
gradually
brought
round
his
chair
,
so
as
to
sit
with
his
face
to
the
door
of
the
chamber
;
and
thus
I
could
but
partially
perceive
his
features
,
although
I
saw
that
his
lips
trembled
as
if
he
were
murmuring
inaudibly
.
His
head
had
dropped
upon
his
breast
--
yet
I
knew
that
he
was
not
asleep
,
from
the
wide
and
rigid
opening
of
the
eye
as
I
caught
a
glance
of
it
in
profile
.
The
motion
of
his
body
,
too
,
was
at
variance
with
this
idea
--
for
he
rocked
from
side
to
side
with
a
gentle
yet
constant
and
uniform
sway
.
Having
rapidly
taken
notice
of
all
this
,
I
resumed
the
narrative
of
Sir
Launcelot
,
which
thus
proceeded
:
"
And
now
,
the
champion
,
having
escaped
from
the
terrible
fury
of
the
dragon
,
bethinking
himself
of
the
brazen
shield
,
and
of
the
breaking
up
of
the
enchantment
which
was
upon
it
,
removed
the
carcass
from
out
of
the
way
before
him
,
and
approached
valorously
over
the
silver
pavement
of
the
castle
to
where
the
shield
was
upon
the
wall
;
which
in
sooth
tarried
not
for
his
full
coming
,
but
fell
down
at
his
feet
upon
the
silver
floor
,
with
a
mighty
great
and
terrible
ringing
sound
.
"
No
sooner
had
these
syllables
passed
my
lips
,
than
--
as
if
a
shield
of
brass
had
indeed
,
at
the
moment
,
fallen
heavily
upon
a
floor
of
silver
--
I
became
aware
of
a
distinct
,
hollow
,
metallic
,
and
clangorous
,
yet
apparently
muffled
,
reverberation
.
Completely
unnerved
,
I
leaped
to
my
feet
;
but
the
measured
rocking
movement
of
Usher
was
undisturbed
.
I
rushed
to
the
chair
in
which
he
sat
.
His
eyes
were
bent
fixedly
before
him
,
and
throughout
his
whole
countenance
there
reigned
a
stony
rigidity
.
But
,
as
I
placed
my
hand
upon
his
shoulder
,
there
came
a
strong
shudder
over
his
whole
person
;
a
sickly
smile
quivered
about
his
lips
;
and
I
saw
that
he
spoke
in
a
low
,
hurried
,
and
gibbering
murmur
,
as
if
unconscious
of
my
presence
.
Bending
closely
over
him
,
I
at
length
drank
in
the
hideous
import
of
his
words
.
"
Not
hear
it
?
--
yes
,
I
hear
it
,
and
have
heard
it
.
Long
--
long
--
long
--
many
minutes
,
many
hours
,
many
days
,
have
I
heard
it
--
yet
I
dared
not
--
oh
,
pity
me
,
miserable
wretch
that
I
am
!
--
I
dared
not
--
I
dared
not
speak
!
We
have
put
her
living
in
the
tomb
!
Said
I
not
that
my
senses
were
acute
?
I
now
tell
you
that
I
heard
her
first
feeble
movements
in
the
hollow
coffin
.
I
heard
them
--
many
,
many
days
ago
--
yet
I
dared
not
--
I
dared
not
speak
!
And
now
--
to-night
--
Ethelred
--
ha
!
ha
!
--
the
breaking
of
the
hermit
's
door
,
and
the
death-cry
of
the
dragon
,
and
the
clangor
of
the
shield
!
--
say
,
rather
,
the
rending
of
her
coffin
,
and
the
grating
of
the
iron
hinges
of
her
prison
,
and
her
struggles
within
the
coppered
archway
of
the
vault
!
Oh
!
whither
shall
I
fly
?
Will
she
not
be
here
anon
?
Is
she
not
hurrying
to
upbraid
me
for
my
haste
?
Have
I
not
heard
her
footstep
on
the
stair
?
Do
I
not
distinguish
that
heavy
and
horrible
beating
of
her
heart
?
Madman
!
"
--
here
he
sprang
furiously
to
his
feet
,
and
shrieked
out
his
syllables
,
as
if
in
the
effort
he
were
giving
up
his
soul
--
"
Madman
!
I
tell
you
that
she
now
stands
without
the
door
!
"
