guard, and at the same time you shall lay on the great cuts, which shall contain the spiral lines of the sword." "I do not understand one word of all you say," answered I. And he again, "Why, here you have them in this book, which is called, _The Wonders of the Sword_.[13] It is an excellent one, and contains prodigious things; and to convince you of it, at Rejas, where we shall lie to-night, you shall see me perform wonders with two spits; and you need not question but that whosoever reads this book, will kill as many as he pleases." "Either that book teaches men how to make plagues," replied I, "or it was written by some doctor of physic." "What do you mean by a doctor?" replied he. "He is an extraordinary wise man, and I could find in my heart to say more." [Illustration] [Illustration] We held on this ridiculous discourse till we came to Rejas, and went into an inn; but as we were alighting, he called out to me as loud as he could, to be sure first to form an obtuse angle with my legs, and then reducing them to parallel lines, to come perpendicularly to the ground. The landlord seeing me laugh, did so to, and asked me, "Whether that gentleman was an Indian, that he spoke in such a sort." I thought I should have died with laughing between them; but he presently went up to the host, and said, "Pray, Sir, lend me a couple of spits to make two or three angles, and I will restore them immediately." "Lord bless me, Sir," answered the host, "give me the angles, and my wife will roast them in a trice, though they are a sort of birds I never heard the names of before." "They are no birds," replied the other; and turning to me, added, "Pray, Sir, do but observe the effects of ignorance. Let me have the spits, for I want them only to fence with, and perhaps you will see me do that to-day which may be worth more to you than all you have got in your life." In fine, the spits were in use, and we were fain to take up with two long ladles. Never was anything so ridiculous seen in this world. He gave a skip, and said, "This sally gains me more ground, and puts by my adversary's sword; now I make my advantage of the remiss motion to kill in the natural way; this should be a cut, and this a thrust." He came not within a mile of me, but danced round with his ladle; now I standing still all the while, all his motions looked as if he were fencing with a pot that is boiling over the fire. Then he went on, saying, "In short, this is the true art, not like the drunken follies of fencing-masters, who understand nothing but drinking." The words were scarce out of his mouth before a great he-mulatto stepped out of the next room, with a pair of whiskers like two brushes, a hat as big as an umbrella, a buff-doublet under a loose coat, bandy-legged, hook-nosed, and with two or three signs of the cross on his face, a dagger that might have served Goliath, and a hanging look, and said, "I am an approved master, and have my certificate about me, and by this