It was very graceful,--the tapering, three-cornered blade, with shallow grooves in which blood was soon to run, the silver hilt where his enemy's father had set, in florid letters, the name of "H.B.

St.A.Chantel," and a date.

How long ago, he thought, the steel was forged for this day.
"It is Fate." He looked up sadly.

"Come, show me how to begin; so that I can stand up to him." "Here, then." Slowly, easily, his long limbs transformed with a sudden youthful grace, Heywood moved through the seven positions of On Guard.

"Try it." Rudolph learned only that his own clumsy imitation was hopeless.
"Once more .-- He can't see us." Again and again, more and more rapidly, they performed the motions of this odd rehearsal.