As Lopez stood still with folded arms, paying no heed to his command, he turned the spear, to strike him with the handle.
Then, for the first time in many years, the old fury awoke in Adam's heart; and rushing upon the count like a tiger, he threw his powerful arms around his waist, and ere he was aware of the attack, hurled him from his horse, set his knee on his breast, snatched the hammer from his belt, and with a mighty blow struck the dog that attacked him, to the earth. Then he again swung the iron, to crush the head of his hated foe. But Lopez would not accept deliverance at such a price, and cried in a tone of passionate entreaty:
"Let him go, Adam, spare him."
As he spoke, he clung to the smith's arm, and when the latter tried to release himself from his grasp, said earnestly:
"We will not follow their example!"
Again the hammer whizzed high in the air, and again the Jew clung to the smith's arm, this time exclaiming imperiously:
"Spare him, if you are my friend!"
What was his strength in comparison with Adam's? Yet as the hammer rose for the third time, he again strove to prevent the terrible deed, seizing the infuriated man's wrist, and gasping, as in the struggle he fell on his knees beside the count: "Think of Ulrich! This man's son was the only one, the only one in the whole monastery, who stood by Ulrich, your child—in the monastery—he was—his friend—among so many. Spare him—Ulrich! For Ulrich's sake, spare him!"
During this struggle the smith had held the count down with his left hand, and defended himself against Lopez with the right.
One jerk, and the hand upraised for murder was free again—but he did not use it. His friend's last words had paralyzed him.