"Well, here is one: that the real walls to defend ourselves from our enemies are our faith in God and in the justice of our cause."
THE DEVIL'S TOURNAMENT
Great anger filled the breast of the very ugly Don Teobaldo de Miguelturra as he rode his horse at full gallop after a cunning hare. Lance at rest he pursued it, blind with fury, for the wicked animal from time to time stopped, sat down on its hind paws, and made amusing grimaces at its pursuer.
The latter, filled with wrath, did not leave off using his spurs, and followed after the animal, loudly calling it a coward, rogue, and thief.
"Wait, wait!" he shouted; "you will have to pay for all this! What a fine stew I shall make with you this evening!"
And he rode on like a madman, leaping streams, rocks, and pits. But it seemed as if wings had grown on the hare's feet, such were its leaps, while fleeing from the proposed stew. And at each instant it turned round and jocularly made signs with its ears and fore-paws, and smiled in that amusing way which disturbed the knight so much.
"Even if you hide yourself in the very middle of the earth, I shall reach you," he roared.
And he again spurred on his horse, which was nearly frantic, excited by pain and the shouting of its rider.
A moment arrived in which the knight almost had it within lance thrust, but once more it commenced to gain ground.
"One effort more, my horse," shouted Don Teobaldo, but in vain. In going up a very steep slope the poor animal fell dead from fatigue, and the rider also was quite dazed.