The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1907-09-01

Grasping desperately. Morella threw
his arms about his neck. and intertwined:
black armor mixed with white. they
swayed to and fro. while the frightened
horse beneath rushed this way and hat
Till. swerving suddenly. together they fell
upon the sand. and for a moment lay there
stunned
Who conquers;" gasped the crowd
while others answered: Both are sped.-
And. leaning forward in her chair. Margaret
tore of her veil and watched with a face
like the face 81 death.
Nee! As they had fallef together, ~
together they stirred and rose rose un-
harmed. Now they sprang back. out
flashed the long swords. and. while the
squires caught the horses and, running in.
seized the broken spears, they faced each
other. Having no helm, Peter held his
buckler above his head TO shel ,er it, and,
ever calm. awaited the onslaught.
Al him came Morella. and with a light
grating sound his sword fell upon the
steel. Before h- could recover himself
Peter struck back; but Morella bent his
knees. and the stroke only shore the black
plumcs from his casque. Quick IA light
he drove at Peters face with his point;
blN lHf EdtklriIibh tCuBNtA w Wv FiNAt bil'h
the thrust went past him. Again Morella
came al him. and struck 30 mighty a blow
that. although Peter caught it on his buck
Ter. il sliced through the edge 81 il and
fell upon his unprotected neck and shoulder.
w~ounding him. for now red blood showed
on the white armor, and Peter reelsd back
beneath the stroke,
The Eagle wins the Eagle wins!
G.a,, and Aha LIN ulof" ahnnI..l tan th,,,aanl
throats.
In the momentary silence that followed,
a single voice. a woman's voice, which oven
then Margaret knew for that of lhe2, cried
from among the crowd;
Nay. the Falcon stoop-l"
Before the sound of her words died away.
maddened II would seem by the pain Of his
wound or the fear Of defeat. Peter shouted
out his warcry Of " A Bronze! A Bromei"
and, gathering himself together, sprang
straight Mt Morella IA springs a starving
wolf. Tbs blue steel fickered in the sun
light, then down it. fell. and lol half the
Spaniard's helm lay On the sand. while IL
WAS Mnrella's turn tn reel backward
and as he did 40 he lot fall his shield.
"a stroke a good strokel" roared the
crowd. "rhc Fslcun the Falcon!'
Peter saw that fallen shield. and whether
for chivalry's sake, as thought the cheering
multitude, or to free his left arm. he cast
away his own, and grasping The sword
with both hands rushe on the Spaniard.
From that moment, helmless though he
was. the issue lay in doubt no longer. BETTY
had spoken of Peter IA a stubborn swordsman
and "A hard hitter. and both ~ these he now
showed himself Ia he. A fresh to all APP
pearan ces az when he ran the first course.
he rained blow after blow pom the hapless
Spaniard. till the sound Of his word smiling
on the good Toledo steel vas IKE the sound
Of a h.unmer falling continually on the
smiths red IRON. They were fearful blows,
yet still the tough steel held and still Niorella.
doing what he might, staggered back bc-
meath them. till ~ length he came in front
of the tribune in which sat their Ma jesties
and Margaret.
, Out of the oorner ~ his eye Peter saw
the place, and determined IN his stout