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，’’