Harold : the Last of the Saxon Kings — Volume 09 by Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton
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the arm that could bend that arc and wing that arrow. But, that I may
show these Norman knights, that at least we have some weapon wherewith we can parry shaft and smite assailer,--bring me forth, Godrith, my shield and my Danish axe." Taking the shield and axe which the Saxon brought to him, Harold then stationed himself before the tree. "Now, fair Duke," said he, smiling, "choose thou thy longest shaft--bid thy ten doughtiest archers take their bows; round this tree will I move, and let each shaft be aimed at whatever space in my mailless body I leave unguarded by my shield." "No!" said William, hastily; "that were murder." "It is but the common peril of war," said Harold, simply; and he walked to the tree. The blood mounted to William's brow, and the lion's thirst of carnage parched his throat. "An he will have it so," said he, beckoning to his archers; "let not Normandy be shamed. Watch well, and let every shaft go home; avoid only the head and the heart; such orgulous vaunting is best cured by blood-letting." The archers nodded, and took their post, each at a separate quarter; and deadly indeed seemed the danger of the Earl, for as he moved, though he kept his back guarded by the tree, some parts of his form the shield left exposed, and it would have been impossible, in his quick-shifting movements, for the archers so to aim as to wound, but |
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