Always Sir Arthur lost so much blood that it was a marvel he stood on his feet, but he was so full of knighthood that knightly he endured the pain.

Knight, keep well thy head, for thou shalt have a buffet for the slaying of my horse.

What, nephew, said the king, is the wind in that door?

With that truncheon thou hast slain a good knight, and now it sticketh in thy body.