weapon, my brother, sever that cushion?" he said to King Richard. "No, surely," replied the King; "no sword on earth, were it the Excalibur of KingArthur, can cut that which opposes no steady resistance [...] fail in his presence?" The glittering broadsword, wielded by both his hands, rose aloft to the King's left shoulder, circled round his head, descended with the sway of some terrific engine, and the [...] to exhibit not the least token of having suffered by the feat it had performed. He then took the King's hand, and looking on the size and muscular strength which it exhibited, laughed as he placed it