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Fierce is the clash of the swords, as they rain great blows upon neck and shoulders. For this is no mere sport: they break whatever they touch, cutting the shields and shattering the hauberks. The swords are red with crimson blood. FIERCE IS THE CLASH OF THE SWORDS AS THEY RAIN GREAT BLOWS UPON NECK AND SHOULDERS FOR THIS IS NO MERE SPORT THEY BREAK WHATEVER THEY TOUCH CUTTING THE SHIELDS AND SHATTERING THE HAVOCS BOTH SWORDS ARE RED WITH CRIMSON BLOOD
." "You talk madness," cries Erec; "for me these are idle threats; for little enough do I fear you." "Then I defy thee here and now. The battle is inevitable." Erec replies: "God help me now; for never did I wish for aught so much." Now soon you will hear the noise of battle. (Vv. 863-1080.) The large place was cleared, with the people gathered all around. They draw off from each other the space of an acre, then drive their horses together; they reach for each other with the tips of their lances, and strike each other so hard that the shields are pierced and broken; the lances split and crack; the saddle-bows are knocked to bits behind. They must needs lose their stirrups, so that they both fall to the ground, and the horses run off across the field. Though smitten with the lances, they are quickly on their feet again, and draw their swords from the scabbards. With great fierceness they attack each other, and exchange great sword blows, so that the helmets are crushed and made to ring.  THOU MUST FIGHT WITH ME IF THOU DOST NOT RESIGN IT TO ME YOU TALK MADNESS CRIES EREC FOR ME THESE ARE IDLE THREATS FOR LITTLE ENOUGH DO I FEAR YOU THEN I DEFY THEE HERE AND NOW THE BATTLE IS INEVITABLE EREC REPLIES GOD HELP ME NOW FOR NEVER DID I WISH FOR AUGHT SO MUCH NOW SOON YOU WILL HEAR THE NOISE OF BATTLE THE LARGE PLACE WAS CLEARED WITH THE PEOPLE GATHERED ALL AROUND THEY DRAW OFF FROM EACH OTHER THE SPACE OF AN ACRE THEN DRIVE THEIR HORSES TOGETHER THEY REACH FOR EACH OTHER WITH THE TIPS OF THEIR LANCES AND STRIKE EACH OTHER SO HARD THAT THE SHIELDS ARE PIERCED AND BROKEN THE LANCES SPLIT AND CRACK THE SADDLE BOWS ARE KNOCKED TO BITS BEHIND THEY MUST NEEDS LOSE THEIR STIRRUPS SO THEY BOTH FALL TO THE GROUND AND THE HORSES RUN OFF ACROSS THE FIELD THOUGH SMITTEN WITH THE LANCES THEY ARE QUICKLY ON THEIR FEET AGAIN AND DRAW THEIR SWORDS FROM THE SCABBARDS WITH GREAT FIERCENESS THEY ATTACK EACH OTHER AND EXCHANGE GREAT SWORD BLOWS SO THAT THE HELMETS ARE CRUSHED AND MADE TO WRING
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