The Sword of Godfried, a Slashing Blade, Splintered Like a Silver Lightning.

Godfried, standing at an embrasure, was overthrown by a sudden terrific impact. A ball had smashed the merlin, braining half a dozen defenders. He looked down into an uprushing waste of snarling, impassioned faces. His eyes were no longer cloudy. They blazed like a blue bale fire. Three janisaries were down at his feet. His broadsword clanged in a forest of slashing scimitars. The five foot blade caved in. Steel caps and skulls lashing through,. uplifted bucklers and iron shoulder pieces. Arrows whistled, striking down the fenders. Behind them, the turkish field pieces boomed, careless