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Of a Passage of Arms at the Blue Boar.
I had slept several hours when I was suddenly aroused by a prodigious crash, followed by the clash of arms and shrill cries from the lower floor.

Springing to my feet I found that the bed upon which my comrade had lain was vacant, and that the door of the apartment was opened.

As the uproar still continued, and as I seemed to discern his voice in the midst of it, I caught up my sword, and without waiting to put on either head-piece, steel-breast, or arm-plates, I hurried to the scene of the commotion.
The hall and passage were filled with silly maids and staring drawers, attracted, like myself, by the uproar.

Through these I pushed my way into the apartment where we had breakfasted in the morning, which was a scene of the wildest disorder.