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I
had
observed
that
Pasquini
fretted
at
my
delay
of
speech-making
,
and
I
resolved
to
fret
him
further
.
"
You
,
Pasquini
,
"
I
announced
,
"
I
shall
settle
with
in
short
account
.
I
would
not
that
you
tarried
while
Fortini
waits
your
companionship
.
You
,
Raoul
de
Goncourt
,
I
shall
punish
as
you
deserve
for
being
in
such
bad
company
.
You
are
getting
fat
and
wheezy
.
I
shall
take
my
time
with
you
until
your
fat
melts
and
your
lungs
pant
and
wheeze
like
leaky
bellows
.
You
,
de
Villehardouin
,
I
have
not
decided
in
what
manner
I
shall
kill
.
"
And
then
I
saluted
Pasquini
,
and
we
were
at
it
.
Oh
,
I
was
minded
to
be
rarely
devilish
this
night
.
Quick
and
brilliant
--
that
was
the
thing
.
Nor
was
I
unmindful
of
that
deceptive
moonlight
.
As
with
Fortini
would
I
settle
with
him
if
he
dared
the
time
attack
.
If
he
did
not
,
and
quickly
,
then
I
would
dare
it
.
Despite
the
fret
I
had
put
him
in
,
he
was
cautious
.
Nevertheless
I
compelled
the
play
to
be
rapid
,
and
in
the
dim
light
,
depending
less
than
usual
on
sight
and
more
than
usual
on
feel
,
our
blades
were
in
continual
touch
.
Barely
was
the
first
minute
of
play
past
when
I
did
the
trick
.
I
feigned
a
slight
slip
of
the
foot
,
and
,
in
the
recovery
,
feigned
loss
of
touch
with
Pasquini
's
blade
.
He
thrust
tentatively
,
and
again
I
feigned
,
this
time
making
a
needlessly
wide
parry
.
The
consequent
exposure
of
myself
was
the
bait
I
had
purposely
dangled
to
draw
him
on
.
And
draw
him
on
I
did
.
Like
a
flash
he
took
advantage
of
what
he
deemed
an
involuntary
exposure
.
Straight
and
true
was
his
thrust
,
and
all
his
will
and
body
were
heartily
in
the
weight
of
the
lunge
he
made
.
And
all
had
been
feigned
on
my
part
and
I
was
ready
for
him
.
Just
lightly
did
my
steel
meet
his
as
our
blades
slithered
.
And
just
firmly
enough
and
no
more
did
my
wrist
twist
and
deflect
his
blade
on
my
basket
hilt
.
Oh
,
such
a
slight
deflection
,
a
matter
of
inches
,
just
barely
sufficient
to
send
his
point
past
me
so
that
it
pierced
a
fold
of
my
satin
doublet
in
passing
.
Of
course
,
his
body
followed
his
rapier
in
the
lunge
,
while
,
heart-high
,
right
side
,
my
rapier
point
met
his
body
.
And
my
outstretched
arm
was
stiff
and
straight
as
the
steel
into
which
it
elongated
,
and
behind
the
arm
and
the
steel
my
body
was
braced
and
solid
.
Heart-high
,
I
say
,
my
rapier
entered
Pasquini
's
side
on
the
right
,
but
it
did
not
emerge
,
on
the
left
,
for
,
well-nigh
through
him
,
it
met
a
rib
(
oh
,
man-killing
is
butcher
's
work
!
)
with
such
a
will
that
the
forcing
overbalanced
him
,
so
that
he
fell
part
backward
and
part
sidewise
to
the
ground
.
And
even
as
he
fell
,
and
ere
he
struck
,
with
jerk
and
wrench
I
cleared
my
weapon
of
him
.
De
Goncourt
was
to
him
,
but
he
waved
de
Goncourt
to
attend
on
me
.
Not
so
swiftly
as
Fortini
did
Pasquini
pass
.
He
coughed
and
spat
,
and
,
helped
by
de
Villehardouin
,
propped
his
elbow
under
him
,
rested
his
head
on
hand
,
and
coughed
and
spat
again
.
"
A
pleasant
journey
,
Pasquini
,
"
I
laughed
to
him
in
my
red
anger
.
"
Pray
hasten
,
for
the
grass
where
you
lie
is
become
suddenly
wet
and
if
you
linger
you
will
catch
your
death
of
cold
.
"
When
I
made
immediately
to
begin
with
de
Goncourt
,
Bohemond
protested
that
I
should
rest
a
space
.
