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Had wrought unwonted sternness. From the dome
“ Holy Maid I" He cried, “they ask thy counsel. Burgundy " Comes in the cause of England, and his troops “ Scarce three leagues froin our walls, a fearful power “ Rest tented for the night.”
Say to the Chiefs,
So saying on she past
« With a swift steed prepared : for I must hence."
Her voice was calm ; nor Conrade thro' the gloom
* A lighter kind of helmet.
of The shield was often worn thus. “ Among the French. men there was a young lusty Esquire of Gascoigne, named William Marchant, who came out among the foremost into the field, well mounted, his shield about his neck, and his spear in his hand.”
Barnes. This is frequently alluded to in Romance. " Then the Knight of the burning sword stept forward, and lifting up
his as if he would strike Cynocephal on the top of his head, seized with his left hand on the shield, which he pulled to him with so much strength, that plucking it from his neck he brought him to the ground.”
Amadis de Greece.
Sometimes the shield was laced to the shoulder
Her Conrade by the wall Awaited. " May I Maiden seek unblamed " Whither this midnight journey? may I share “ The peril ?" cried the warrior. She rejoin'd, “ This Conrade, may not be. Alone I go. " That impulse of the soul that comes from God “ Hath summon'd me. Of this remain assured, " If ought of patriot enterprize required
The shield of the middle ages must not be confounded with that of the ancients. The Knight might easily bear his small shield around his neck ; but the Grecian warrior stood protecting his thighs and his legs, his breast also and his shoulders with the body of his broad shield. Μηρες τε κνημας τε κατω και στερνα και ωμες Ασπιδος ευρειης γαστρι καλυψαμενος. .
ΤΥΡΤΑΙΟΣ. . But the most convenient shields were used by
Ceux qu'on voit demeurer dans les iles Alandes,
~ Associate firmness, thou shouldst be the man,
And left him. He beheld the warden close
The gate, and listened to her courser's tramp,
Swift o'er the vale
So on she past
On the earth the chieftain slept,
His mantle scarft around him; armed all,
That guilt knows never. Burgundy, thou seest « THE MAID OF ORLEANS !”
As she spake, a voice Exclaim'd, “die sorceress l" and a knight rush'd in, Whose name by her illustrated yet lives, Franquet of Arras. With uplifted arm