“The manager got up on all fours and began to grope for a sword in the wet grass. The spider, noticing the man's movement, left the horse twitching in convulsions and slowly headed towards the unarmed knight. Sir Manager backed away. The creature was getting closer and closer. You could already feel her foul breath, which made the knight feel nauseous. Sir Meniger continued to crawl away until he felt his back rest against the thick, growth-covered trunk of an elm. The spider seemed to understand that the man was trapped and, for a moment, stopped. The manager pressed his back harder into the tree trunk. A branch crunched. At that same second, the spider, raising its front paws, rushed at the knight..."