My companion shall not touch you unless I fall.

Swift now, the light dies, and I would kill you fighting." The knight picked up his shield.
"I know you," he said.

"I am not he you think." "And I know you," answered Hugh.

"Now, no words, of them there have been enough between us," and he smote at him.
For two minutes or more they fought, for the armour of both was good, and one was full of rage and the other of despair.

There was little fine sword-play about this desperate duel; the light was too low for it.