we fought long and hard. detchard was an excellent swordsman, and i was growing tired. he drove me back against the wall, gave me a deep cut in the arm, and began yo smile. in a second he would kill me.
suddenly, the king realized who i was.
cousin rudolf! he cried. then he picked up a chair and threw ia at detchard's legs.
the enhlishhman jumping to one side, turned his sword against the king,and with a cry the king fell to the dotor's blood on the floor-and fell to the ground himself.