New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1911-04-19
ny seat. As my horse struggled up ]

ny seat. AS my horse struggled up ]
regained my full consciousness, to fnd
Vascas horse also struggling to his
feet, his rider still in the saddle. and
to see that both our lances were bro
ken short to the handle. My blow had
been as fierce as his. Victory was
with neither of US yet.
A great roar Of applause arose
around us as we passed to opposite
sides Of the lists.
Both Of us had to be given fresh
| lance, and probably the count, like
myself, felt the need Of recovering
himself little before again rushing
| to the onslaught. had no knowledge
Of how much of this kind Of thing he
could stand without showing signs Of
weakness, but | was perfectly sure
that another blow like the last would
be quite enough for me.
| Even now we seemed a long time
reaching each other, and my eyes re-
| fused to see my enemy clearly as he
came, yet felt that he, too, wished
to end the combat; that lie, too, was
bent on making desperate endeavor
Gathering all my strength together.
rushed to meet him, and even as did
so l remembered Organs advice,
| Perhaps even at that late moment /
feared to receive such blow as the
| last, but whatever the motive was
| that decided me I acted upon the ad-
vice. l slightly checked my pace, and
as we met l swerved little and lev
eled my lance at Vasca's helmet. The
sudden action made me reel, and had
| the counts lance struck me then |
should have been endorsed. But for
tune favored me- Vasca attempted to
alter his course in a similar manner,
but his horse, going faster than mine.
| stumbled forward. His lance missed
me altogether, while mine only struck
him lightly 1t was not my blow that
unseated him, but his stumbling
charger. The count made frantic
effort to keep his horse from falling,
but in vain, and he rolled heavily from
his saddle to the ground.
Shout after shout rent the air. Who
could tell how the count had fallen!
The fact remained that, while he roll
| ed in the dust, l remained in the sad
die. So they shouted as men will at
victory, satisfied and jubilant.
"Sir Verrall! Sir Verrall! The
| Ty,;rb& IF fba Silver Ctori'
The count struggled to his feet.
"A stumbling steed is no knights
dishonor. Another horse" he cried.
"Or on foot, Sir Verrall, as you will"
1 sat still and mute AS through a
mist l saw waving hands in the gal
leries; as through a thick fog l heard
my name and Vasca's.
l The sharp note of q bugle aroused
me somewhat. For an instant l fan
cied it the summons to another charge
and turned my horse mechanically
But there was other business in hand
A blare of trumpets had summoned tC
the mimic battle, but this was one
sharp, long drawn note, note OF
alarm always in Drussenland. The
shouting ceased; hands no Longer
waved. l think saw the princess rise
and leave her gallery suddenly. know
that there was a mass of movement
on all sides of the lists. knights and
soldiers rushed across the turf. and
was borne along with them to the bar
rier.
ITO arms! 10 arms!' was now the
cry on every side.
"Bravely done, Sir Verrall!' And
saw O'Ryan press toward me through
| the crowd.
"What is it?' l said almost IN
whisper.
"raith, it's what suits us best-reai
fighting. The enemy are in force be-
fore the town.
dip And then l should have slip
| ned from my saddle had not ORyan
| literally lifted me to the ground.
The excitement at the news OF com
ing conflict was so great that fortu'
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