Well for de Mezy that he had made the offer that morning to substitute Willet for Lennox, since youth, with the hot blood of battle pulsing in its veins, may think too late of mercy.

But Robert remembered.

His revenge was already complete.

All had seen the pallid face of de Mezy, and all, whether they knew anything of the sword or not, knew that he lay at the mercy of his foe.
"Strike and make an end!" gasped de Mezy.
The sword flashed before his eyes again, but the blade did not touch him.

Instead his own sword was torn from his weakening grasp, and was flung far upon the grass.