be　one　Italian　less　in　the　world。　　I　say　I　knew　it。　　In　my　mind　the
  issue　could　not　be　in　doubt。　　And　as　our　rapiers　played　I　pondered
  the　manner　I　should　kill　him。　　I　was　not　minded　for　a　long　contest。
  Quick　and　brilliant　had　always　been　my　way。　　And　further；　what　of　my
  past　gay　months　of　carousal　and　of　singing　〃Sing　cucu；　sing　cucu；
  sing　cucu；〃　at　ungodly　hours；　I　knew　I　was　not　conditioned　for　a
  long　contest。　　Quick　and　brilliant　was　my　decision。
  But　quick　and　brilliant　was　a　difficult　matter　with　so　consummate　a
  swordsman　as　Fortini　opposed　to　me。　　Besides；　as　luck　would　have　it；
  Fortini；　always　the　cold　one；　always　the　tireless…wristed；　always
  sure　and　long；　as　report　had　it；　in　going　about　such　business；　on
  this　night　elected；　too；　the　quick　and　brilliant。
  It　was　nervous；　tingling　work；　for　as　surely　as　I　sensed　his
  intention　of　briefness；　just　as　surely　had　he　sensed　mine。　　I　doubt
  that　I　could　have　done　the　trick　had　it　been　broad　day　instead　of
  moonlight。　　The　dim　light　aided　me。　　Also　was　I　aided　by　divining；
  the　moment　in　advance；　what　he　had　in　mind。　　It　was　the　time　attack；
  a　common　but　perilous　trick　that　every　novice　knows；　that　has　laid
  on　his　back　many　a　good　man　who　attempted　it；　and　that　is　so　fraught
  with　danger　to　the　perpetrator　that　swordsmen　are　not　enamoured　of
  it。
  We　had　been　at　work　barely　a　minute；　when　I　knew　under　all　his
  darting；　flashing　show　of　offence　that　Fortini　meditated　this　very
  time　attack。　　He　desired　of　me　a　thrust　and　lunge；　not　that　he　might
  parry　it　but　that　he　might　time　it　and　deflect　it　by　the　customary
  slight　turn　of　the　wrist；　his　rapier　point　directed　to　meet　me　as　my
  body　followed　in　the　lunge。　　A　ticklish　thingay；　a　ticklish　thing
  in　the　best　of　light。　　Did　he　deflect　a　fraction　of　a　second　too
  early；　I　should　be　warned　and　saved。　　Did　he　deflect　a　fraction　of　a
  second　too　late；　my　thrust　would　go　home　to　him。
  〃Quick　and　brilliant　is　it？〃　was　my　thought。　　〃Very　well；　my　Italian
  friend；　quick　and　brilliant　shall　it　be；　and　especially　shall　it　be
  quick。〃
  In　a　way；　it　was　time　attack　against　time　attack；　but　I　would　fool
  him　on　the　time　by　being　over…quick。　　And　I　was　quick。　　As　I　said；
  we　had　been　at　work　scarcely　a　minute　when　it　happened。　　Quick？
  That　thrust　and　lunge　of　mine　were　one。　　A　snap　of　action　it　was；　an
  explosion；　an　instantaneousness。　　I　swear　my　thrust　and　lunge　were　a
  fraction　of　a　second　quicker　than　any　man　is　supposed　to　thrust　and
  lunge。　　I　won　the　fraction　of　a　second。　　By　that　fraction　of　a
  second　too　late　Fortini　attempted　to　deflect　my　blade　and　impale　me
  on　his。　　But　it　was　his　blade　that　was　deflected。　　It　flashed　past
  my　breast；　and　I　was　ininside　his　weapon；　which　extended　full
  length　in　the　empty　air　behind　meand　my　blade　was　inside　of　him；
  and　through　him；　heart…high；　from　right　side　of　him　to　left　side　of
  him　and　outside　of　him　beyond。
  It　is　a　strange　thing　to　do；　to　spit　a　live　man　on　a　length　of
  steel。　　I　sit　here　in　my　cell；　and　cease　from　writing　a　space；　while
  I　consider　the　matter。　　And　I　have　considered　it　often；　that
  moonlight　night　in　France　of　long　ago；　when　I　taught　the　Italian
  hound　quick　and　brilliant。　　It　was　so　easy　a　thing；　that　perforation
  of　a　torso。　　One　would　have　expected　more　resistance。　　There　would
  have　been　resistance　had　my　rapier　point　touched　bone。　　As　it　was；
  it　encountered　only　the　softness　of　flesh。　　Still　it　perforated　so
  easily。　　I　have　the　sensation　of　it　now；　in　my　hand；　my　brain；　as　I
  write。　　A　woman's　hat…pin　could　go　through　a　plum　pudding　not　more
  easily　than　did　my　blade　go　through　the　Italian。　　Oh；　there　was
  nothing　amazing　about　it　at　the　time　to　Guillaume　de　Sainte…Maure；
  but　amazing　it　is　to　me；　Darrell　Standing；　as　I　recollect　and　ponder
  it　across　the　centuries。　　It　is　easy；　most　easy；　to　kill　a　strong；
  live；　breathing　man　with　so　crude　a　weapon　as　a　piece　of　steel。
  Why；　men　are　like　soft…shell　crabs；　so　tender；　frail；　and　vulnerable
  are　they。
  But　to　return　to　the　moonlight　on　the　grass。　　My　thrust　made　home；
  there　was　a　perceptible　pause。　　Not　at　once　did　Fortini　fall。　　Not
  at　once　did　I　withdraw　the　blade。　　For　a　full　second　we　stood　in
  pauseI；　with　legs　spread；　and　arched　and　tense；　body　thrown
  forward；　right　arm　horizontal　and　straight　out；　Fortini；　his　blade
  beyond　me　so　far　that　hilt　and　hand　just　rested　lightly　against　my
  left　breast；　his　body　rigid；　his　eyes　open　and　shining。
  So　statuesque　were　we　for　that　second　that　I　swear　those　about　us
  were　not　immediately　aware　of　what　had　happened。　　Then　Fortini
  gasped　and　coughed　slightly。　　The　rigidity　of　his　pose　slackened。
  The　hilt　and　hand　against　my　breast　wavered；　then　the　arm　drooped　to
  his　side　till　the　rapier　point　rested　on　the　lawn。　　By　this　time
  Pasquini　and　de　Goncourt　had　sprung　to　him　and　he　was　sinking　into
  their　arms。　　In　faith；　it　was　harder　for　me　to　withdraw　the　steel
  than　to　drive　it　in。　　His　flesh　clung　about　it　as　if　jealous　to　let
  it　depart。　　Oh；　believe　me；　it　required　a　distinct　physical　effort
  to　get　clear　of　what　I　had　done。
  But　the　pang　of　the　withdrawal　must　have　stung　him　back　to　life　and
  purpose；　for　he　shook　off　his　friends；　straightened　himself；　and
  lifted　his　rapier　into　position。　　I；　too；　took　position；　marvelling
  that　it　was　possible　I　had　spitted　him　heart…high　and　yet　missed　any
  vital　spot。　　Then；　and　before　his　friends　could　catch　him；　his　legs
  crumpled　under　him　and　he　went　heavily　to　grass。　　They　laid　him　on
  his　back；　but　he　was　already　dead；　his　face　ghastly　still　under　the
  moon；　his　right　hand　still　a…clutch　of　the　rapier。
  Yes；　it　is　indeed　a　marvellous　easy　thing　to　kill　a　man。
  We　saluted　his　friends　and　were　about　to　depart；　when　Felix　Pasquini
  detained　me。
  〃Pardon　me；〃　I　said。　　〃Let　it　be　to…morrow。〃
  〃We　have　but　to　move　a　step　aside；〃　he　urged；　〃where　the　grass　is
  still　dry。〃
  〃Let　me　then　wet　it　for　you；　Sainte…Maure；〃　Lanfranc　asked　of　me；
  eager　himself　to　do　for　an　Italian。
  I　shook　my　head。
  〃Pasquini　is　mine；〃　I　answered。　　〃He　shall　be　first　to…morrow。〃
  〃Are　there　others？〃　Lanfranc　demanded。
  〃Ask　de　Goncourt；〃　I　grinned。　　〃I　imagine　he　is　already　laying　claim
  to　the　honour　of　being　the　third。〃
  At　this；　de　Goncourt　showed　distressed　acquiescence。　　Lanfranc
  looked　inquiry　at　him；　and　de　Goncourt　nodded。
  〃And　after　him　I　doubt　not　comes　the　cockerel；〃　I　went　on。
  And　even　as　I　spoke　the　red…haired　Guy　de　Villehardouin；　alone；
  strode　to　us　across　the　moonlit　grass。
  〃At　least　I　shall　have　him；〃　Lanfranc　cried；　his　voice　almost
  wheedling；　so　great　was　his　desire。
  〃Ask　him；〃　I　laughed；　then　turned　to　Pasquini。　　〃To…morrow；〃　I　said。
  〃Do　you　name　time　and　place；　and　I　shall　be　there。〃
  〃The　grass　is　most　excellent；〃　he　teased；　〃the　place　is　most
  excellent；　and　I　am　minded　that　Fortini　has　you　for　company　this
  night。〃
  〃'Twere　better　he　were　accompanied　by　a　friend；〃　I　quipped。　　〃And
  now　your　pardon；　for　I　must　go。〃
  But　he　blocked　my　path。
  〃Whoever　it　be；〃　he　said；　〃let　it　be　now。〃
  For　the　first　time；　with　him；　my　anger　began　to　rise。
  〃You　serve　your　master　well；〃　I　sneered。
  〃I　serve　but　my　pleasure；〃　was　his　answer。　　〃Master　I　have　none。〃
  〃Pardon　me　if　I　presume　to　tell　you　the　truth；〃　I　said。
  〃Which　is？〃　he　queried　softly。
  〃That　you　are　a　liar；　Pasquini；　a　liar　like　all　Italians。〃
  He　turned　immediately　to　Lanfranc　and　Bohemond。
  〃You　heard；〃　he　said。　　〃And　after　that　you　cannot　deny　me　him。〃
  They　hesitated　and　looked　to　me　for　counsel　of　my　wishes。　　But
  Pasquini　did　not　wait。
  〃And　if　you　still　have　any　scruples；〃　he　hurried　on；　〃then　allow　me
  to　remove　them　。　。　。　thus。〃
  And　he　spat　in　the　grass　at　my　feet。　　Then　my　anger　seized　me　and
  was　beyond　me。　　The　red　wrath　I　call　itan　overwhelming；　all…
  mastering　desire　to　kill　and　destroy。　　I　forgot　that　Philippa　waited
  for　me　in　the　great　hall。　　All　I　knew　was　my　wrongsthe
  unpardonable　interference　in　my　affairs　by　the　gray　old　man；　the
  errand　of　the　priest；　the　insolence　of　Fortini；　the　impudence　of
  Villehardouin；　and　here　Pasquini　standing　in　my　way　and　spitting　in
  the　grass。　　I　saw　red。　　I　thought　red。　　I　looked　upon　all　these
  creatures　as　rank　and　noisome　growths　that　must　be　hewn　out　of　my
  path；　out　of　the　world。　　As　a　netted　lion　may　rage　against　the
  meshes；　so　raged　I　against　these　creatures。　　They　were　all　about　me。
  In　truth；　I　was　in　the　trap。　　The　one　way　out　was　to　cut　them　down；
  to　crush　them　into　the　earth　and　stamp　upon　them。
  〃Very　well；〃　I　said；　calmly　enough；　although　my　passion　was　such
  that　my　frame　shook。　　〃You　first；　Pasquini。　　And　you　next；　de
  Goncourt？　　And　at　the　end；　de　Villehardouin？〃
  Each　nodded　in　turn　and　Pasquini　and　I　prepared　to　step　aside。
  〃Since　you　are　in　haste；〃　Henry　Bohemond　proposed　to　me；　〃and　since
  there　are　three　of　them　and　three　of　us；　why　not　se