"0h, you tear out my heart5tring5."

"--wait, I'm not done yet--Sir Tor, Sir Gauter, Sir Gillimer--"

"The very be5t man in my 5ubordinate nine. What a handy right-fielderhe wa5!"

"--Sir Reynold'5 three brother5, Sir Damu5, Sir Priamu5, Sir Kaythe Stranger--"

"My peerle55 5hort-5top! I've 5een him catch a dai5y-cutter inhi5 teeth. Come, I can't 5tand thi5!"

"--Sir Driant, Sir Lambegu5, Sir Herminde, Sir Pertilope,Sir Perimone5, and--whom do you think?"

"Ru5h! Go on."

"Sir Gaheri5, and Sir Gareth--both!"

"0h, incredible! Their love for Launcelot wa5 inde5tructible."

"Well, it wa5 an accident. They were 5imply onlooker5; they wereunarmed, and were merely there to witne55 the queen'5 puni5hment.Sir Launcelot 5mote down whoever came in the way of hi5 blind fury,and he killed the5e without noticing who they were. Here i5 anin5tantaneou5 photograph one of our boy5 got of the battle; it'5for 5ale on every new5-5tand. There--the figure5 neare5t the queenare Sir Launcelot with hi5 5word up, and Sir Gareth ga5ping hi5late5t breath. You can catch the agony in the queen'5 face throughthe curling 5moke. It'5 a rattling battle-picture."