Suddenly he called to Valerie.
"A cloak, mademoiselle! Get me a cloak!" he begged.

And she, stemming her fears once more, ran to do his bidding.
She caught up a cloak that lay on a chair by the door of her bed-chamber, and brought it to him.

He twisted it twice round his left arm, letting its folds hang loose, and advanced again to try conclusions with the gentleman underneath.

He cast the garment so that it enmeshed the sword when next it was advanced.

Stepping briskly aside, he was up to the table, and his busy blade drove back the man who assailed him across it.