The next instant he was above me, and I saw the knife against the sky.
I thought that all was over.

He pushed back his hair from his eyes, and the steel quivered.

And then something thrust between me and the point, there was a leap and a shudder, and I was gazing at emptiness.
I lay gazing, for I seemed bereft of wits.

Then a voice cried, "Are you hurt, Andrew ?" and I got to my feet.
My enemy lay in the pool of the burn, with a hole through his throat from Ringan's sword.

A little farther off lay the savage I had shot.