"Blackamoor" was one I caught.
Such sights were common enough, but there was a quiet dignity of
bearing about this victim which moved me, so that I went to the rabble
commanding them to desist. One of them, a rough bumpkin, not knowing
who I was, pushed me aside, bidding me mind my own business, whereupon,
being very strong, I dealt him such a blow between the eyes that he
went down like a felled ox and lay there half stunned. His companions
beginning to threaten me, I blew upon my whistle, whereon two of my
serving-men, without whom I seldom rode in those troublous times, ran
up from behind a shed, laying hands upon their short swords, on seeing
which the idlers took to their heels.
When they had gone I turned to look at the stranger, whose hood had
fallen back in the hustling, and saw that he was about thirty years of
age, and of a dark and noble countenance, beardless, but with straight
black hair, black flashing eyes, and an aquiline nose. Another thing
I noted about him was that the lobe of his ear was pierced and in a
strange fashion, since the gristle was stretched to such a size that
a small apple could have been placed within its ring.
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