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〃It will make them very mad； sir。〃
〃Hang them！ let them fight us then； if they don't like our counsel。 It must be； Arthur。〃
〃Be sure； sir；〃 said Arthur； 〃that whatsoever you shall command I shall perform。 It is only too great an honor to a young man as I am to find myself in the same duel with your worship； and to have the advantage of your wisdom and experience。〃
Sir Richard smiles； and says〃Now； gentlemen！ are you ready？〃
The Spaniard pulls out a little crucifix； and kisses it devoutly； smiting on his breast； crosses himself two or three times； and says〃Most willingly； senor。〃
Cary kisses no crucifix； but says a prayer nevertheless。
Cloaks and doublets are tossed off； the men placed； the rapiers measured hilt and point； Sir Richard and St。 Leger place themselves right and left of the combatants； facing each other； the points of their drawn swords on the sand。 Cary and the Spaniard stand for a moment quite upright； their sword…arms stretched straight before them； holding the long rapier horizontally； the left hand clutching the dagger close to their breasts。 So they stand eye to eye； with clenched teeth and pale crushed lips； while men might count a score； St。 Leger can hear the beating of his own heart； Sir Richard is praying inwardly that no life may be lost。 Suddenly there is a quick turn of Cary's wrist and a leap forward。 The Spaniard's dagger flashes； and the rapier is turned aside； Cary springs six feet back as the Spaniard rushes on him in turn。 Parry； thrust； parrythe steel rattles； the sparks fly； the men breathe fierce and loud； the devil's game is begun in earnest。
Five minutes have the two had instant death a short six inches off from those wild sinful hearts of theirs； and not a scratch has been given。 Yes！ the Spaniard's rapier passes under Cary's left arm； he bleeds。
〃A hit！ a hit！ Strike up； Atty！〃 and the swords are struck up instantly。
Cary； nettled by the smart； tries to close with his foe； but the seconds cross their swords before him。
〃It is enough； gentlemen。 Don Guzman's honor is satisfied！〃
〃But not my revenge； senor；〃 says the Spaniard； with a frown。 〃This duel is a l'outrance； on my part； and； I believe； on Mr。 Cary's also。〃
〃By heaven； it is！〃 says Will； trying to push past。 〃Let me go； Arthur St。 Leger； one of us must down。 Let me go； I say！〃
〃If you stir； Mr。 Cary； you have to do with Richard Grenville！〃 thunders the lion voice。 〃I am angry enough with you for having brought on this duel at all。 Don't provoke me still further； young hot…head！〃
Cary stops sulkily。
〃You do not know all； Sir Richard； or you would not speak in this way。〃
〃I do； sir； all； and I shall have the honor of talking it over with Don Guzman myself。〃
〃Hey！〃 said the Spaniard。 〃You came here as my second； Sir Richard； as I understood； but not as my counsellor。〃
〃Arthur； take your man away！ Cary！ obey me as you would your father； sir！ Can you not trust Richard Grenville？〃
〃Come away； for God's sake！〃 says poor Arthur； dragging Cary's sword from him； 〃Sir Richard must know best！〃
So Cary is led off sulking； and Sir Richard turns to the Spaniard；
〃And now； Don Guzman； allow me； though much against my will； to speak to you as a friend to a friend。 You will pardon me if I say that I cannot but have seen last night's devotion to〃
〃You will be pleased； senor； not to mention the name of any lady to whom I may have shown devotion。 I am not accustomed to have my little affairs talked over by any unbidden counsellors。〃
〃Well； senor； if you take offence； you take that which is not given。 Only I warn you； with all apologies for any seeming forwardness； that the quest on which you seem to be is one on which you will not be allowed to proceed。〃
〃And who will stop me？〃 asked the Spaniard； with a fierce oath。
〃You are not aware； illustrious senor；〃 said Sir Richard； parrying the question； 〃that our English laity look upon mixed marriages with full as much dislike as your own ecclesiastics。〃
〃Marriage； sir？ Who gave you leave to mention that word to me？〃
Sir Richard's brow darkened； the Spaniard； in his insane pride； had forced upon the good knight a suspicion which was not really just。
〃Is it possible； then； Senor Don Guzman； that I am to have the shame of mentioning a baser word？〃
〃Mention what you will； sir。 All words are the same to me； for； just or unjust； I shall answer them alike only by my sword。〃
〃You will do no such thing； sir。 You forget that I am your host。〃
〃And do you suppose that you have therefore a right to insult me？ Stand on your guard； sir！〃
Grenville answered by slapping his own rapier home into the sheath with a quiet smile。
〃Senor Don Guzman must be well enough aware of who Richard Grenville is； to know that he may claim the right of refusing duel to any man； if he shall so think fit。〃
〃Sir！〃 cried the Spaniard； with an oath； 〃this is too much！ Do you dare to hint that I am unworthy of your sword？ Know； insolent Englishman； I am not merely a De Soto； though that； by St。 James； were enough for you or any man。 I am a Sotomayor； a Mendoza； a Bovadilla； a Losada； asir！ I have blood royal in my veins； and you dare to refuse my challenge？〃
〃Richard Grenville can show quarterings； probably； against even Don Guzman Maria Magdalena Sotomayor de Soto； or against （with no offence to the unquestioned nobility of your pedigree） the bluest blood of Spain。 But he can show； moreover； thank God； a reputation which raises him as much above the imputation of cowardice； as it does above that of discourtesy。 If you think fit； senor； to forget what you have just； in very excusable anger； vented； and to return with me； you will find me still； as ever； your most faithful servant and host。 If otherwise； you have only to name whither you wish your mails to be sent； and I shall； with unfeigned sorrow； obey your commands concerning them。〃
The Spaniard bowed stiffly； answered； 〃To the nearest tavern； senor；〃 and then strode away。 His baggage was sent thither。 He took a boat down to Appledore that very afternoon； and vanished； none knew whither。 A very courteous note to Lady Grenville； enclosing the jewel which he had been used to wear round his neck； was the only memorial he left behind him： except； indeed； the scar on Cary's arm； and poor Rose's broken heart。
Now county towns are scandalous places at best； and though all parties tried to keep the duel secret； yet； of course； before noon all Bideford knew what had happened； and a great deal more； and what was even worse； Rose； in an agony of terror； had seen Sir Richard Grenville enter her father's private room； and sit there closeted with him for an hour and more； and when he went； upstairs came old Salterne； with his stick in his hand； and after rating her soundly for far worse than a flirt； gave her （I am sorry to have to say it； but such was the mild fashion of paternal rule in those times； even over such daughters as Lady Jane Grey； if Roger Ascham is to be believed） such a beating that her poor sides were black and blue for many a day； and then putting her on a pillion behind him； carried her off twenty miles to her old prison at Stow mill； commanding her au