Lance

The tongue wounds more than a lance.

Somewhere in La Mancha, in a place whose name I do not wish to recall, there lived not long ago a nobleman. To his name he had a lance in its sheath, an old leather buckler, a scrawny workhorse and a greyhound that scurried about.

Claire spun back toward Loren and Lance.

When you “lance un chameau” or throw a camel in the Democratic Republic of Congo, you have made a spelling mistake.

This is a lance.

The knight had a blue pennon hanging from the end of his lance.

Lance, a black fellow from Barbados, became a friend in my university, UBC. He had advanced mathematical abilities, and it was not just in high-level calculus. He became a "pet student" of some mathematics professors in ancient ivy-covered buildings.

I believe in intellectuals, especially represented by my intellectual friends, the ufologist Bratislav from a Croatian family, the sci-fi fan Don from Hong Kong, the epicurist Jai from a Hindu family, and the mathematician Lance from the Black Caribbean.

A recent contest in Angola, Indiana, consisted of a series of events to display skill of arms and horsemanship, such as spearing rings onto a lance or splitting a cabbage in half with a sword while riding at full speed.

It is believed that on this day, Goddess Parvati presented a lance to Lord Murugan to vanquish the demon army of Tarakasura and combat their evil deeds.