The moon[1111] shone clear and cold;
‘Now here,’ said I, ‘this man shall die,
And I will have his gold!’
“Two sudden blows[1112] with ragged stick,
And one with a heavy stone,
One hurried gash[1113] with a hasty knife,
And then the deed was done;
There was nothing lying at my foot
But lifeless flesh and bone.
“Nothing but lifeless flesh and bone,