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Halban—mixed his commands to the warriors with abuse, and ejaculated threats, but none knew against whom. All present gazed with astonishment and fear; old Halban alone then fixed a look on Conrad's countenance,—a look penetrating, cool, and severe, full of some secret eloquence. That look either recalled some remembrance—imparted some advice, or perhaps awakened fears in Conrad's breast:—it dispelled the cloud that hung on his brow, and damped the fire of his eyes and cheeks. Thus, at a fight of beasts, when the keeper of the lions, in presence of dames and knights, opens the iron door of the cage, and gives the signal with the trumpet, the royal animal draws thunder from the depths of his breast, and spreads terror among those that are present, while the keeper alone, without moving a step, quietly folds his arms on his breast, and, striking the lion powerfully with his eye, sub dues brutal force with that immortal talisman of the soul.