conqueror

The vanquished Cock skulked away and hid himself in a quiet corner, while the conqueror, flying up to a high wall, flapped his wings and crowed exultingly with all his might.

Do you think it likely the conqueror will place on me two sets of panniers?” “No,” rejoined the Shepherd.

THE BIRDS waged war with the Beasts, and each were by turns the conquerors.

“Perhaps it doesn’t understand English,” thought Alice; “I daresay it’s a French mouse, come over with William the Conqueror.” (For, with all her knowledge of history, Alice had no very clear notion how long ago anything had happened.) So she began again: “Où est ma chatte?” which was the first sentence in her French lesson-book.