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"
Nay
,
"
I
said
.
"
I
have
not
properly
warmed
up
.
"
And
to
de
Goncourt
,
"
Now
will
we
have
you
dance
and
wheeze
--
Salute
!
"
De
Goncourt
's
heart
was
not
in
the
work
.
It
was
patent
that
he
fought
under
the
compulsion
of
command
.
His
play
was
old-fashioned
,
as
any
middle-aged
man
's
is
apt
to
be
,
but
he
was
not
an
indifferent
swordsman
.
He
was
cool
,
determined
,
dogged
.
But
he
was
not
brilliant
,
and
he
was
oppressed
with
foreknowledge
of
defeat
.
A
score
of
times
,
by
quick
and
brilliant
,
he
was
mine
.
But
I
refrained
.
I
have
said
that
I
was
devilish-minded
.
Indeed
I
was
.
I
wore
him
down
.
I
backed
him
away
from
the
moon
so
that
he
could
see
little
of
me
because
I
fought
in
my
own
shadow
.
And
while
I
wore
him
down
until
he
began
to
wheeze
as
I
had
predicted
,
Pasquini
,
head
on
hand
and
watching
,
coughed
and
spat
out
his
life
.
"
Now
,
de
Goncourt
,
"
I
announced
finally
.
"
You
see
I
have
you
quite
helpless
.
You
are
mine
in
any
of
a
dozen
ways
.
Be
ready
,
brace
yourself
,
for
this
is
the
way
I
will
.
"
And
,
so
saying
,
I
merely
went
from
carte
to
tierce
,
and
as
he
recovered
wildly
and
parried
widely
I
returned
to
carte
,
took
the
opening
,
and
drove
home
heart-high
and
through
and
through
.
And
at
sight
of
the
conclusion
Pasquini
let
go
his
hold
on
life
,
buried
his
face
in
the
grass
,
quivered
a
moment
,
and
lay
still
.
"
Your
master
will
be
four
servants
short
this
night
,
"
I
assured
de
Villehardouin
,
in
the
moment
just
ere
we
engaged
.
And
such
an
engagement
!
The
boy
was
ridiculous
.
In
what
bucolic
school
of
fence
he
had
been
taught
was
beyond
imagining
.
He
was
downright
clownish
.
"
Short
work
and
simple
"
was
my
judgment
,
while
his
red
hair
seemed
a-bristle
with
very
rage
and
while
he
pressed
me
like
a
madman
.
Alas
!
It
was
his
clownishness
that
undid
me
.
When
I
had
played
with
him
and
laughed
at
him
for
a
handful
of
seconds
for
the
clumsy
boor
he
was
,
he
became
so
angered
that
he
forgot
the
worse
than
little
fence
he
knew
.
With
an
arm-wide
sweep
of
his
rapier
,
as
though
it
bore
heft
and
a
cutting
edge
,
he
whistled
it
through
the
air
and
rapped
it
down
on
my
crown
.
I
was
in
amaze
.
Never
had
so
absurd
a
thing
happened
to
me
.
He
was
wide
open
,
and
I
could
have
run
him
through
forthright
.
But
,
as
I
said
,
I
was
in
amaze
,
and
the
next
I
knew
was
the
pang
of
the
entering
steel
as
this
clumsy
provincial
ran
me
through
and
charged
forward
,
bull-like
,
till
his
hilt
bruised
my
side
and
I
was
borne
backward
.
As
I
fell
I
could
see
the
concern
on
the
faces
of
Lanfranc
and
Bohemond
and
the
glut
of
satisfaction
in
the
face
of
de
Villehardouin
as
he
pressed
me
.
I
was
falling
,
but
I
never
reached
the
grass
.
Came
a
blurr
of
flashing
lights
,
a
thunder
in
my
ears
,
a
darkness
,
a
glimmering
of
dim
light
slowly
dawning
,
a
wrenching
,
racking
pain
beyond
all
describing
,
and
then
I
heard
the
voice
of
one
who
said
:
