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"Squire and knight should be friends," said he: "can you take me by the

hand?" And he held out the great gauntleted right hand. I grasped it

willingly and strongly. Not a word more was said. The knight gave the

sign to his horse, which again began his slow march, and I walked beside

and a little behind.

We had not gone very far before we arrived at a little cottage; from

which, as we drew near, a woman rushed out with the cry:

"My child! my child! have you found my child?"

"I have found her," replied the knight, "but she is sorely hurt. I was

forced to leave her with the hermit, as I returned. You will find her

there, and I think she will get better. You see I have brought you

a present. This wretch will not hurt you again." And he undid the

creature's neck, and flung the frightful burden down by the cottage

door.

The woman was now almost out of sight in the wood; but the husband stood

at the door, with speechless thanks in his face.

"You must bury the monster," said the knight. "If I had arrived a moment

later, I should have been too late. But now you need not fear, for such

a creature as this very rarely appears, in the same part, twice during a

lifetime."

"Will you not dismount and rest you, Sir Knight?" said the peasant, who

had, by this time, recovered himself a little.

"That I will, thankfully," said he; and, dismounting, he gave the reins

to me, and told me to unbridle the horse, and lead him into the shade.

"You need not tie him up," he added; "he will not run away."

When I returned, after obeying his orders, and entered the cottage, I

saw the knight seated, without his helmet, and talking most familiarly

with the simple host. I stood at the open door for a moment, and, gazing

at him, inwardly justified the white lady in preferring him to me. A

nobler countenance I never saw. Loving-kindness beamed from every line

of his face. It seemed as if he would repay himself for the late arduous

combat, by indulging in all the gentleness of a womanly heart. But when

the talk ceased for a moment, he seemed to fall into a reverie. Then the

exquisite curves of the upper lip vanished. The lip was lengthened and

compressed at the same moment. You could have told that, within the

lips, the teeth were firmly closed. The whole face grew stern and

determined, all but fierce; only the eyes burned on like a holy

sacrifice, uplift on a granite rock.