"The Black Knight," answered Rebecca, faintly; then instantly again shouted with joyful eagerness--"But no--but no!--the name of the Lord of Hosts be blessed!--he is on foot again, and fights as if there were twenty men's strength in his single arm--His sword is broken--he snatches an axe from a yeoman--he presses Front-de-Boeuf with blow on blow--The giant stoops and totters like an oak under the steel of the woodman--he falls--he falls!"
Fejszével megy Front-de-Boeufnek, egyik ütést a másik után méri rá, rettenetesen szorongatja! Az óriás lehajol, megtántorodik, mint egy tölgy a favágó fejszéjétől... eldűl... elesik!