The Great Staggered a Foot in the Ground, and the Great Tottered and Fell Dead

"I flew at him like a wild cat, and through the close helmet bars,. thrust my sword so straight and fiercely, the smoking point came two feet out beyond his nape. And with a lurch and cry, the great here tottered and fell dead before me." "i was sorry if, perchance, any spark of life remained so brave a knight should die unshriven to his contentment," he writes. 'And i groaned in bitterness and fear when i saw the strong red tide that was pulsing from his wound'