Christopher laughed and said: “Wouldst thou pardon one who is not yet doomed, Baron? And yet thy word is pleasant to us; for we see that if we win thee, thou shalt be good liegeman of us. Now, Baron, sword in fist!”
Gandolf drew his sword, muttering: “Ah, hah! he is lordly and kingly enough, yet may this learn him a lesson.” Indeed the blade was huge and brown and ancient, and sword and man had looked a very terror save to one great-hearted.
But Christopher said: “What sayest thou now, Baron, shall we cast down our shields to earth? For why should we chop into wood and leather?”
The Baron cast down his shield, and said: “Bold are thy words, lad; if thy deeds go with them, it may be better for thee than for me. Now keep thee.”
And therewith he leapt forward and swept his huge sword arou
