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Even as it was, the Lord Scales uttered a slight cry, which might be either of anger or of pain, and lifting his axe with both hands, levelled a blow on the Burgundian's helmet that well nigh brought him to his knee.

The Burgundian's attention centered on this picture, which he examined with the air of a connoisseur of female beauty. "Lord, how ugly she is!" he exclaimed. "She might well have stayed. Such an old dragon would have no reason to fear the Boches." And he laughed heartily from his rich lips and pulled his mustache. "Don't forget to hurry to the cellar, son," he called as he went away.

Even as it was, the Lord Scales uttered a slight cry, which might be either of anger or of pain, and lifting his axe with both hands, levelled a blow on the Burgundian's helmet that well nigh brought him to his knee.

"All this I said," answered Dunois, "but yet, Sire " "Pasques dieu! man, what is it that thus sticks in thy throat?" said the King. "This Burgundian's terms must have been hard of digestion."

"Oh, the brave monsters!" exclaimed the butcher. "Cogs bones, this beats all the rest!" But when the trumpets of the heralds had ceased, when the words "Laissez aller!" were pronounced, when the lances were set and the charge began, this momentary admiration was converted into a cry of derision, by the sudden restiveness of the Burgundian's horse.

And saying this he suddenly shot his right hand out and gripped the great Burgundian by the throat, and so held him upright on his feet. "You have insulted the Maid," he said; "and the Maid is France. The tongue that does that earns a long furlough." One heard the muffled cracking of bones. The Burgundian's eyes began to protrude from their sockets and stare with a leaden dullness at vacancy.

"Oh, the brave monsters!" exclaimed the butcher. "Cogs bones, this beats all the rest!" But when the trumpets of the heralds had ceased, when the words "Laissez aller!" were pronounced, when the lances were set and the charge began, this momentary admiration was converted into a cry of derision, by the sudden restiveness of the Burgundian's horse.