Transcription: Roused from weariness by this new aspect of his host's hospitality, Theseus struggled to sit up, grabbing Procrustes' forearms with both his hands. With a mighty heave, he flipped the yammer and now terrified Procrustes over into a corner, and desperately felt about the floor by the bed for his sword. No sooner was the sword in his hand than he had chopped his bonds through and whirled to face Procrustes. Their struggle was intense, but brief. In the end, Theseus fastened Procrustes, to his own bed.
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