As he spoke these words, the truth seemed to flash across Michisuké's mind. Both combatants paused, with their swords in their hands, and stared at each other, standing motionless as statues.
Shinzayémon suddenly stepped up, and parted them. He then scolded his servant with a significant look.
"You are too bold to fight with Sir Kōzuké. You have not sufficient ability. You must pardon his presumption, Sir Kōzuké."
"Well, Shinzayémon," said Kōzuké. "Your servant has remarkable skill. It is hard for me to believe that he is merely a servant."
"You are mistaken, sir. He appears at first sight to be very skilful. But really he is only an amateur, and an ordinary servant. His skill cannot be compared with yours. Your art is wonderful in the extreme!"
"If you really admire my methods, you will readily consent to my request about teaching me the secrets of fencing, won't you, Shinzayémon?"
"I will give your honour an answer shortly."
Then they bade each other farewell, and went their respective ways.
