The knight raised his sword, and the darkness retreated before him.

The knight nodded and started to leave, but de Beq raised a hand to stay him.

The wounded knight raised his head slightly, staring at the flames only a few inches away.

The knight clutched the wooden sides of the bed and raised himself upon his elbows.

Never taking his eyes from the Plainsman, the knight raised his hand.

The other knight raised his lance in brief salute, then charged.

The knight raised his eyes and glared at the dim figure of Sachs in the rain ahead.

Only one knight gained his feet and raised a sword to confront them.

Arriving before it, the knight raised his weapon and delivered the first blow.

The knight raised a hand and shouted, although he knew it was much too late already.