First he tried to be rid of me by challenging me to a duel, but we were parted before we could draw swords.

Then he hired bravos to murder me as I walked the streets at night, but I wore a chain shirt beneath my doublet and their daggers broke upon it, and in place of being slain I slew one of them.

Twice baffled, de Garcia was not defeated.

Fight and murder had failed, but another and surer means remained.

I know not how, but he had won some clue to the history of my life, and of how I had broken out from the monastery.