flatlings

It struck him down flatlings, clean out of his wits, and they swarmed over him and pinned him hand and foot while he was senseless.

A Caregiver's Homage To The Very Old 2010

My teeth are in good order, and that my supper shall presently find — No thanks to the Templar though, whose sword turned in his hand, so that the blade struck me flatlings, being averted by the handle of the good mace with which I warded the blow; had my steel-cap been on, I had not valued it a rush, and had dealt him such a counter-buff as would have spoilt his retreat.

Ivanhoe 2004

And slowly he unbuckled the sword from his belt, and went and laid it down, flatlings, on the lowest step under the altar.

A Rare Benedictine Peters, Ellis, 1913- 1988

Yet he knew they were there, because, on a backward glance, he saw the snow mounds surge as they grovelled flatlings out of sight; he saw the trees reel as they screwed themselves rigid past recognition among the boughs.

The Were-Wolf Clemence Housman 1912

I went down under the Templar's sword, stunned, indeed, but unwounded, for the blade struck me flatlings, being averted by the good mace with which I warded the blow.

The World's Greatest Books — Volume 07 — Fiction Various 1910

I went down under the Templar's sword, stunned, indeed, but unwounded, for the blade struck me flatlings, being averted by the good mace with which I warded the blow.

The Junior Classics — Volume 5 William Patten 1902

My teeth are in good order, and that my supper shall presently find --- No thanks to the Templar though, whose sword turned in his hand, so that the blade struck me flatlings, being averted by the handle of the good mace with which I warded the blow; had my steel-cap been on, I had not valued it a rush, and had dealt him such a counter-buff as would have spoilt his retreat.

Ivanhoe 1892

Right so she made her prayer, the ox-eyed lady Hera, striking the earth with her hand flatlings, {121} and spake her word:

The Homeric Hymns A New Prose Translation; and Essays, Literary and Mythological Andrew Lang 1878

I turned, in great anger, and saw the Maid, her sword in her hand, wherewith she had smitten me flatlings, and not with the edge.

A Monk of Fife Andrew Lang 1878

He had lashed out at me with his sword as I came on, hitting me in the ribs (for my arm was raised), but only flatlings.

The Hollow Land William Morris 1865