\"Thenyieldthee！\"criedMyles，exultantly。
ThetriumphantshoutsoftheKnightsoftheRosestungBluntlikealash，andthebattlebeganagain。Perhapssomeoftheolderladswereofamindtointerfereatthispoint，certainlysomelookedveryserious，butbeforetheyinterposed，thefightwasended。
Blunt，grindinghisteeth，struckoneundercutathisopponent——thesameundercutthatMyleshadthattimestruckatSirJamesLeeattheknight’sbiddingwhenhefirstpractisedattheDevlenpels。MylesmettheblowasSirJameshadmettheblowthathehadgiven，andthenstruckinreturnasSirJameshadstruck——fullandtrue。ThebascinetthatBluntworeglancedtheblowpartly，butnotentirely。Mylesfelthisswordbitethroughthelightsteelcap，andBluntdroppedhisownbladeclatteringuponthefloor。Itwasalloverinaninstant，butinthatinstantwhathesawwasstampeduponMyles’smindwithanindelibleimprint。Hesawtheyoungmanstaggerbackward；hesawtheeyesrollupward；andaredstreakshootoutfromunderthecapandrundownacrossthecheek。
Bluntreeledhalfaround，andthenfellprostrateuponhisface；
andMylesstoodstaringathimwiththedeliriousturmoilofhisbattledissolvingrapidlyintoadumbfearatthatwhichhehaddone。