"He does not fight in our fashion, but at least he knows what he is about." For some minutes the fight continued, Raoul's temper rising higher and higher, as he found every attack baffled by a foe he had despised, and who refused to fall back even an inch, however hotly he pressed him.

He had at first intended either to wound or disarm him, but he soon fought to kill.

At last there was a fierce rally, ending by Philip parrying a home thrust and, returning it with lightning swiftness, running Raoul de Fontaine through the body with such force that the hilt of his sword struck against his chest, and he sank lifeless to the ground.
"By our Lady, young gentleman," Monsieur D'Estanges exclaimed, "but you have done well! You said that you were a fair swordsman.

Truly you are of the highest class.

Raoul's temper has led him into many a duel, and he has always wounded or killed his man.