hands too."

The Eastern warrior, raising himself in his stirrups, and shaking
aloft his lance, replied, "Hardly, I fear, shall I find one with
a crossed shoulder who will exchange with me the cast of the
jerrid."

"I will not promise for that," replied the Knight; "though there
be in the camp certain Spaniards, who have right good skill in
your Eastern game of hurling the javelin."

"Dogs, and sons of dogs!" ejaculated the Saracen; "what have
these Spaniards to do to come hither to combat the true
believers, who, in their own land, are their lords and
taskmasters? with them I would mix in no warlike pastime."

"Let not the knights of Leon or Asturias hear you speak thus of
them," said the Knight of the Leopard. " But," added he, smiling
at the recollection of the morning's combat, "if, instead of a
reed, you were inclined to stand the cast of a battle-axe, there
are enough of Western warriors who would gratify your longing."

"By the beard of my father, sir," said the Saracen, with an
approach to laughter, "the game is too rough for mere sport. I
will never shun them in battle, but my head" (pressing his hand
to his brow) "will not, for a while, permit me to seek them in
sport."

"I would you saw the axe of King Richard," answered the Western
warrior, "to which that which hangs at my saddle-bow weighs but