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THE WHITE COMPANY

the point ripped a gash in the jutting edge of his linen cyclas. Quick as a panther, Alleyne sprang in with a thrust, but Tranter, who was as active as he was strong, had already recovered himself and turned it aside with a movement of his heavy blade. Again he whizzed in a blow which made the spectators hold their breath, and again Alleyne very quickly and swiftly slipped from under it, and sent back two lightning thrusts which the other could scarce parry. So close were they to each other that Alleyne had no time to spring back from the next cut, which beat down his sword and grazed his forehead, sending the blood streaming into his eyes and down his cheeks. He sprang out beyond sword sweep, and the pair stood breathing heavily, while the crowd of young squires buzzed their applause.

'Bravely struck on both sides!' called Roger Harcomb. 'You have both won honour from this meeting, and it would be sin and shame to let it go further.'

'You have done enough, Edricsson,' said Norbury.

'You have carried yourself well,' cried several of the older squires.

'For my part, I have no wish to slay this young man,' said Tranter wiping his heated brow.

'Does this gentleman crave my pardon for having used me despitefully?' asked Alleyne.

'Nay, not I.'

'Then stand on your guard, sir!' "With a clatter and clash the two blades met once more, Alleyne pressing in so as to keep within the full sweep of the heavy blade, while Tranter as continually sprang back to have space for one of his fatal cuts. A three-parts parried blow drew blood from Alleyne's left shoulder, but at the same moment he wounded Tranter slightly upon the thigh. Next instant, however, his blade had slipped into the fatal notch, there was a sharp cracking sound with a tinkling upon the ground, and he found a splintered piece of steel fifteen inches long was all that remained to him of his weapon.