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It was bitter； but it seemed I had to stay at home。 There was nothing to do。 I wanted very much to kill this man； kill him with my own dagger and sword； and even thought I had a good chance of it； but what was this petty adventure to what lay before me when my Master returned？
The fact was； I had already left the world of regular things； the world of regular scores to be settled； and could not be drawn now into a foolish blunder that might be my forfeit of the strange destiny towards which I moved。
〃All right； and Bianca is safe from this man？〃 I asked Riccardo。
〃Quite safe。 She has more admirers than can fit in the door of her house； and she's marshaled all against this man and for you。 Now write her something of gratitude and mon sense； and swear to me as well that you'll remain indoors。〃
I got up and went to the Master's writing desk。 I picked up the pen。
I was stopped by an awful clatter； and then a series of piercing irritating cries。 They echoed through the stone rooms of the house。 I heard people running。 Riccardo leapt to attention and put his hand on the hilt of his sword。
I gathered up my own weapons； unsheathing my light rapier and my dagger； both。
〃Good Lord Jesus； the man can't be in the house。〃
A horrid scream drowned out the others。
The smallest of us all； Giuseppe； appeared in the door； his face a luminous white； and his eyes big and round。
〃What the hell's the matter；〃 Riccardo demanded； catching hold of him。
〃He's been stabbed。 Look； he's bleeding！〃 I said。
〃Amadeo； Amadeo！〃 It rang loudly from the stone stairwell。 It was the Englishman's voice。
The boy doubled over in his pain。 The wound was in the pit of his stomach； utterly cruel。
Riccardo was beside himself。
〃Shut the doors！〃 he shouted。
〃How can I；〃 I cried； 〃when the other boys may blunder right into his path？〃
I ran out and into the big salon and into the portego； the great room of the house。
Another boy； Jacope； lay crumpled on the floor； pushing at it with his knees。 I saw the blood running on the stones。
〃Oh； this is beyond all fairness； this is a slaughter of innocents！〃 I shouted。 〃Lord Harlech； show yourself。 You're about to die。〃
I heard Riccardo cry out behind me。 The little boy was obviously dead。
I ran towards the stairs。 〃Lord Harlech； I'm here！〃 I called out。 〃e out； you brutish coward； you slayer of children！ I have a millstone ready for your neck！〃
Riccardo spun me around。 〃There； Amadeo；〃 he whispered。 〃I'm with you。〃 His blade sang out as he drew it。 He was much better than me with the sword； but this battle was mine。
The man was at the far end of the portego。 I had hoped he would be staggering drunk； but no such luck。 I saw in a moment that any dream he might have had of taking me away by force was now gone； he had slain two boys； and he knew his lust had led him to a final stand。 This was hardly an enemy crippled by love。
〃Jesus in Heaven； help us！〃 whispered Riccardo。
〃Lord Harlech；〃 I cried。 〃You dare make a shambles of my Master's house！〃 I stepped aside from Riccardo to give us both room； as I motioned Riccardo to e forward； away from the head of the steps。 I felt the weight of the rapier。 Not heavy enough。 I wished to God I had practiced with it more。
The Englishman came towards me； a taller man than I had ever noted； with a great reach to his arm that would be a powerful advantage； his cape flapping； his feet sheathed in heavy boots； his rapier raised and his long Italian dagger ready in the other hand。 At least he didn't have a true and heavy sword。
Dwarfed by the great room； he was nevertheless big of stature and had a head of roaring British copper hair。 His blue eyes were stewed in blood； but he was steady in his walk and in his murderous gaze。 His face was wet with bitter tears。
〃Amadeo；〃 he called out over the vast room as he came on。 〃You cut my heart out of my chest while I lived and breathed； and you took it with you！ We shall be together this night in Hell。〃
6
THE HIGH LONG PORTEGO of our house； the entrance hall； was a perfectly wonderful place to die。 There was nothing in it to mar its gorgeous mosaic floors with their circles of colored marble stones； and their festive pattern of winding flowers and tiny wild birds。
We had the entire field upon which to fight； with not a chair in the way to stop us from killing each other。
I advanced on the Englishman before I had time to really admit that I wasn't very good with the sword yet； had never shown an instinct for it； and I had no inkling of just what my Master would have me do just now； that is； what he would advise if he were here。
I made several bold thrusts at Lord Harlech； which he parried so easily that I should have lost heart。 But just when I thought I'd catch my breath and maybe even run； he swept in with his dagger and slashed my left arm。 The cut stung me and infuriated me。
I went after him again； this time managing with considerable luck to get him across the throat。 It was just a scratch； but it bled furiously down his tunic； and he was as angry as I was to be cut。
〃You horrid damnable little devil；〃 he said。 〃You made me adore you so you could draw and quarter me at your pleasure。 You promised me you'd e back！〃
In fact； he kept up this sort of verbal barrage the entire time we fought。 He seemed to need it； rather like a goading battle drum and fife。
〃e on； you despicable little angel； I'll tear your wings off！〃 he said。
He drove me back with a fast volley of thrusts。 I stumbled； lost my balance and fell but managed to scramble up again； using the low position to stab dangerously close to his scrotum as I did so； which gave him a start。 I ran at him； knowing now there was nothing to be gained by drawing this out。
He dodged my blade； laughed at me and caught me with the dagger； this time on the face。
〃Pig！〃 I growled before I could stop myself。 I hadn't known I was so pletely vain。 My face； no less。 He'd cut it。 My face。 I felt the blood gushing as it does from face wounds； and I rushed at him again； this time forgetting all the rules of the encounter and thrashing the air with my sword in a fierce crazy series of circles。 Then as he parried frantically left and right； I ducked and caught him with the dagger in the belly and ripped upward； stopped by the thick gold…encrusted leather of his belt。
I backed up as he sought to slaughter me with both his weapons； and then he dropped them and grabbed； as men do； for the belching wound。
He fell down on his knees。
〃Finish him！〃 shouted Riccardo。 He stood back； a man of honor already。 〃Finish him now； Amadeo； or I do it。 Think what he's done under this roof。〃
I lifted my sword。
The man suddenly grabbed up his own with his bloody hand and flashed it at me； even as he groaned and winced with his pain。 He rose up and ran at me in one gesture。 I jumped back。 He fell to his knees。 He was sick and shivering。 He dropped the sword； feeling again for his wounded belly。 He didn't die； but he couldn't fight on。
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