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"
Ha
!
Saint
Edward
!
Ha
!
Saint
George
!
"
said
the
Black
Knight
,
striking
down
a
man
at
every
invocation
;
"
have
we
traitors
here
?
"
His
opponents
,
desperate
as
they
were
,
bore
back
from
an
arm
which
carried
death
in
every
blow
,
and
it
seemed
as
if
the
terror
of
his
single
strength
was
about
to
gain
the
battle
against
such
odds
,
when
a
knight
,
in
blue
armour
,
who
had
hitherto
kept
himself
behind
the
other
assailants
,
spurred
forward
with
his
lance
,
and
taking
aim
,
not
at
the
rider
but
at
the
steed
,
wounded
the
noble
animal
mortally
.
"
That
was
a
felon
stroke
!
"
exclaimed
the
Black
Knight
,
as
the
steed
fell
to
the
earth
,
bearing
his
rider
along
with
him
.
And
at
this
moment
,
Wamba
winded
the
bugle
,
for
the
whole
had
passed
so
speedily
,
that
he
had
not
time
to
do
so
sooner
.
The
sudden
sound
made
the
murderers
bear
back
once
more
,
and
Wamba
,
though
so
imperfectly
weaponed
,
did
not
hesitate
to
rush
in
and
assist
the
Black
Knight
to
rise
.
"
Shame
on
ye
,
false
cowards
!
"
exclaimed
he
in
the
blue
harness
,
who
seemed
to
lead
the
assailants
,
"
do
ye
fly
from
the
empty
blast
of
a
horn
blown
by
a
Jester
?
"
Animated
by
his
words
,
they
attacked
the
Black
Knight
anew
,
whose
best
refuge
was
now
to
place
his
back
against
an
oak
,
and
defend
himself
with
his
sword
.
The
felon
knight
,
who
had
taken
another
spear
,
watching
the
moment
when
his
formidable
antagonist
was
most
closely
pressed
,
galloped
against
him
in
hopes
to
nail
him
with
his
lance
against
the
tree
,
when
his
purpose
was
again
intercepted
by
Wamba
.
The
Jester
,
making
up
by
agility
the
want
of
strength
,
and
little
noticed
by
the
men-at-arms
,
who
were
busied
in
their
more
important
object
,
hovered
on
the
skirts
of
the
fight
,
and
effectually
checked
the
fatal
career
of
the
Blue
Knight
,
by
hamstringing
his
horse
with
a
stroke
of
his
sword
.
Horse
and
man
went
to
the
ground
;
yet
the
situation
of
the
Knight
of
the
Fetterlock
continued
very
precarious
,
as
he
was
pressed
close
by
several
men
completely
armed
,
and
began
to
be
fatigued
by
the
violent
exertions
necessary
to
defend
himself
on
so
many
points
at
nearly
the
same
moment
,
when
a
grey-goose
shaft
suddenly
stretched
on
the
earth
one
of
the
most
formidable
of
his
assailants
,
and
a
band
of
yeomen
broke
forth
from
the
glade
,
headed
by
Locksley
and
the
jovial
Friar
,
who
,
taking
ready
and
effectual
part
in
the
fray
,
soon
disposed
of
the
ruffians
,
all
of
whom
lay
on
the
spot
dead
or
mortally
wounded
.
The
Black
Knight
thanked
his
deliverers
with
a
dignity
they
had
not
observed
in
his
former
bearing
,
which
hitherto
had
seemed
rather
that
of
a
blunt
bold
soldier
,
than
of
a
person
of
exalted
rank
.
"
It
concerns
me
much
,
"
he
said
,
"
even
before
I
express
my
full
gratitude
to
my
ready
friends
,
to
discover
,
if
I
may
,
who
have
been
my
unprovoked
enemies
.
--
Open
the
visor
of
that
Blue
Knight
,
Wamba
,
who
seems
the
chief
of
these
villains
.
"
The
Jester
instantly
made
up
to
the
leader
of
the
assassins
,
who
,
bruised
by
his
fall
,
and
entangled
under
the
wounded
steed
,
lay
incapable
either
of
flight
or
resistance
.
