Belle Rose: A Romance of the Cloak and Sword — page 345: what you’re looking at

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TO CONQUER OR DIE. 327 ‘‘T am ready,’’ said he. ‘‘Go, then, messieurs,’’ said the count. The two swords were immediately crossed. Monsieur de Pomereux, who had seen Belle-Rose put to the test, had no fear as to the result of this duel; but from the manner in which Monsieur de Charny fought, he understood that the adversary was worthy of the captain, and for a mo- ment he regretted having brought about the combat. At the first attack Belle-Rose divined the strength of Mon- sieur de Charny; he measured his thrusts, feigned to break, and when his adversary fell upon him, he resumed fencing with such violence that the blade flew from the hands of Monsieur de Charny. Monsieur de Pomereux was completely reassured. Déroute picked up the sword and handed it to Monsieur de Charny, who immediately re- sumed guard, and the duel began again. This time Belle- Rose, master of his adversary’s play, attacked in his turn; just as Monsieur de Charny essayed a parry and thrust, he caught his sword and sent it up to the ceiling. Mon- sieur de Charny became as white as a corpse. He rushed to his weapon, grasped it, and returned to the charge with an incredible fury. Belle-Rose parried all his thrusts; at last, Monsieur de Charny having extended his sword ina feint, Belle-Rose so resolutely took possession of it that it fell at ten steps from them. At this third disarming, Mon- sieur de Charny shivered from head to foot. ‘‘But strike, then!’’ he exclaimed, drunk with anger. ‘*People do not kill spies,’’ answered Belle-Rose. And taking Monsieur de Charny’s sword, he broke it upon his knee. Monsieur de Charny’s eyes became blood- shot, and he fell upon a chair. ‘‘In faith, monsieur, you are conquered,’’ Monsieur de ar rtang said tohim. ‘‘Permit me to act as if you were The count rang a bell, and a lackey presented himself. ‘*Tabrauche,’’ he said to him, ‘‘run to the stable, and say to the grooms to make ready the carriage and harness the horses; we leave for Chantilly.”’ This last word awoke Monsieur de Charny as if from a **You leave for Chantilly?’’ he exclaimed, rising. ‘In faith, yes.”’ ‘** Alone, then, I imagine.’’ **You forget, my dear Monsieur de Charny, that you are not in condition to address questions to me; but, neverthe- (E(0) MmiGcooo S) (E(0) =}