He cut through the shield
So that he broke the straps,
And he who knew so much about fighting
Struck a blow with such force
That it completely ripped through the mail
And broke it up to the armpit,
So that, striking flush with the breast,
It ripped away the flesh on the side.
The king was badly hurt;
The blood ran freely
Down to his spurs.
When the king perceived his wounds,
He was furious beyond belief;
But he was not discouraged.

The Perilous Graveyard