I rode on, and it was not long before I overtook him, riding as though he were pursued by the Devil, which he was. I spoke not a word when I unhorsed him, nor afterward, and I did not use my blade, though he drew his own. I hurled his broken body into a high oak tree, and when I looked back it was dark with birds. Why is this paragraph so great? Of course, if you think it isn’t, say why as well. But for fans, old and new, of this fine paragraph from Roger Zelazny’s thunderously good The Guns of Avalon, how does it so effectively capture the vengeance-dripping slaughter of a man in just three lines? I notice that not a word is wasted and there is a certain relentlessness to it, but beyond that I need your thoughts.