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Martin Lightfoot, happily, heard them coming, and had just time to slip away noiselessly, like a rabbit, to the other part of the cover. The combat seemed at the first glance to be one between a grown man and a child, so unequal was the size of the combatants. But the second look showed that the advantage was by no means with Ironhook.
For during the meal the fair lady, with no worse intention, perhaps, than that of teasing her tyrant, fell to open praises of Hereward's fair face and golden hair; and being insulted therefore by the Ironhook, retaliated by observations about his personal appearance, which were more common in the eleventh century than they happily are now.
Finding Scotland a little uncomfortable in consequence, he went to Cornwall, taking with him only his faithful servant Martin, and there at the court of Alef, a Danish kinglet, he had cause to kill a local celebrity, a giant named Ironhook, who was betrothed to Alef's daughter, though much against her will, she being in love with Sigtryg, son of Ranald, king of Waterford.
And then I fell to praising up old Ironhook to the women." "Praising him up, man?" "Ay, just because I suspected him; for the women are so contrary, that if you speak evil of a man they will surely speak good of him; but if you will only speak good of him, then you will hear all the evil of him he ever has done, and more beside.
"Englishmen," he said, "were naught. Had he not slain three of them himself with one blow?" "Of your mouth, I suppose," quoth Hereward, who saw that the quarrel must come, and was glad to have it done and over. "Of my mouth?" roared Ironhook; "of my sword, man!" "Of your mouth," said Hereward.
And others taking up the cry, called out, "Sorcery!" and "Treason!" Hereward stood over Ironhook as he lay writhing and foaming on the ground. "Killed by a boy at last!" groaned he. "If I had but had my own sword, my Brain-biter which that witch stole from me but last night!" and amid foul curses and bitter tears of shame his mortal spirit fled to its doom.
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