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Garnaille also perceived his end approaching. Lambert the Short gave him no respite.
“It shall never be said,” cried, fiercely, the King of the Ethiopians, “that I received my death-blow from a Christian hand.” Thereupon, resting the pommel of his sword on the ground, he flung himself on the point and expired shouting, “Allah!”
Aimery of Narbonne, a lad of sixteen, seemed to be playing with his opponent.
“Dog!” exclaimed Zumzum-Ivalakh, “cannot you fight more steadily?”
“I will give you a lesson in politeness,” said Aimery, still smiling. “First of all, I don’t approve of people addressing me without baring their heads.” As he spoke, his sword sent the King of Garbe’s helm flying. It was one of the famous casques of the ancient tribes of Beni-Ad.
“Bravo, Pagan. Are not you afraid of getting sunburnt?”