"At last! at last!" I cried to him.
He wavered, paused, and looked at me bewildered: no doubt I was greatly changed, and in the horrid scorching gloom he did not recognise my features.
I gave him no breathing-space, but drew my sword and rushed on him.
"Defend yourself!" I said in his ear ere I touched him. We would fight until death—that I swore in my heart—but we would fight fairly, man to man.
When I spoke he knew me. He was a brave man and loyal. He raised no shout to rally his comrades. He took my challenge as I gave it. He threw himself in a second into position.
"I am ready," he said, simply.
We were all alone. The fire was around us on all sides. The dead alone were our spectators. The little lilac tree waved in the wind.
Our swords crossed a score of times swift as the lightning: then, in a moment as it seemed, he fell forward on my blade: his body drooped and doubled like a broken bough.
The steel had passed through his breast-bone. I had my vengeance.
It was a fair fight, man to man.
