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"Where art thou, proud Alifanfaron? Coht

ould fain prove thy prowess hand to hand, andthou dost to the valiant Pentapolin

Garaar-plum from the brook that struck him on the

side and buried a couple of ribs in his body Feeling hiined hi

his liquor he drew out his flask, and putting it to his an to

pour the contents into his stomach; but ere he had succeeded in

shat seeh, there came another almond which

struck him on the hand and on the flask so fairly that it srinders out of his ers of his hand Such was the force

of the first blow and of the second, that the poor knight in spite of

himself came down backwards off his horse The shepherds came up, and

felt sure they had killed hiether, took up the dead beasts, of which there wereto ascertain anything further

All this ti the crazy feats his