butDeBracy，whoseprofessionfreedhimfromallscruples，extendedhislonglanceoverthespacewhichseparatedthegalleryfromthelists，andwouldhaveexecutedthecommandsofthePrincebeforeAthelstanetheUnreadyhadrecoveredpresenceofmindsufficienteventodrawbackhispersonfromtheweapon，hadnotCedric，aspromptashiscompanionwastardy，unsheathed，withthespeedoflightning，theshortswordwhichhewore，andatasingleblowseveredthepointofthelancefromthehandle。ThebloodrushedintothecountenanceofPrinceJohn。Hesworeoneofhisdeepestoaths，andwasabouttouttersomethreatcorrespondinginviolence，whenhewasdivertedfromhispurpose，partlybyhisownattendants，whogatheredaroundhimconjuringhimtobepatient，partlybyageneralexclamationofthecrowd，utteredinloudapplauseofthespiritedconductofCedric。ThePrincerolledhiseyesinindignation，asiftocollectsomesafeandeasyvictim；andchancingtoencounterthefirmglanceofthesamearcherwhomwehavealreadynoticed，andwhoseemedtopersistinhisgestureofapplause，inspiteofthefrowningaspectwhichthePrincebentuponhim，hedemandedhisreasonforclamouringthus。

　　``Ialwaysaddmyhollo，’’saidtheyeoman，``whenIseeagoodshot，oragallantblow。’’

　　``Saystthou?’’answeredthePrince；``thenthoucansthitthewhitethyself，I’llwarrant。’’

　　``Awoodsman’smark，andatwoodsman’sdistance，Icanhit，’’answeredtheyeoman。

　　``AndWatTyrrel’smark，atahundredyards，’’

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