him from the volley. His rival, like a general who
throws up mounds round a high-walled town, or sits down
with his army before a mountain fort, tries now this approach,
now that, reconnoitres the whole stronghold, and
plies him with manifold assaults, baffled in each. Rising
to the stroke, Entellus put forth his right hand, and raised 5
it aloft; the other’s quick eye foresaw the downcoming
blow, and his lithe frame darts beyond its range. Entellus
has flung his whole force on air; at once, untouched by his
foe, the heavy giant, with heavy giant weight, falls to