He-for there could be no doubt about his sex, though the fashion of the time did something to disguise it-was in the act of slicing at the head of a Moor which swung from the rafters.
Orlando\'s father, or perhaps his grandfather, had struck it from the shoulders of a vast Pagan who had started up under the moon in the barbaria.
It was the colour of an old football, and more or less the shape of one, save for the sunken cheeks and a strand or two of coarse, dry hair, like the hair of a coconut.
He-for there could be no doubt about his sex, though the fashion of the time did something to disguise it-was in the act of slicing at the head of a Moor which swung from the rafters