Then he choked, and as I raised his head there came a gush of blood from his lips.
"That man of yours...." he whispered.

"I got his knife before he got my sword....

I doubt it went deep...." "O Ringan," I cried, "it's me that's to blame.

You got it trying to save me.

You're not going to leave me, Ringan ?" He was easier now, and the first torrent of blood had subsided.