Neville shook his bridle free, and asked, "By whose orders?" "Mine." "I will not obey them." "You will alight. I have a quarrel to settle with you." "On what ground?" "Say it is on the ground of your mistress. I am Earl de Wick’s friend." "I will not fight on such pretense. My mistress would deny me if I did." "Fight for your honour, then." Neville laughed. "I know better. And before what you call Honour, I put Duty." "Then fight for the papers and money in your possession. I want them." "Ha! I thought so. You are a robber, it seems. The papers and gold are not mine, and I will fight rather than lose them. But I warn you that I am a good swordsman." "Heaven and hell! What do I care? Alight, and prove your boast." "If you are in such a hurry to die, go and hang yourself. On second thoughts, I will not fight a thief. I am a noble, and an honourable man." "If you do not alight at once, I will slay your horse. You shall fight me, here and now, with or without pretense." Then Neville flung himself from his horse and tied the animal to a tree. Rupert did likewise, and the two men rapidly removed such of their garments as would interfere with their bloody play. They were in a lonely road, partially shaded with great trees; not a human habitation was visible, and there were no seconds to see justice done in the fight, or secure help after it, if help was needed. But at this time the lack of recognised formalities was no impediment to the duel. Rupert quickly found that he had met his match. Neville left him not a moment’s breathing space, but never followed up his attacks; until at last Rupert called out insolently, "When are you going to kill me?" The angry impatience of the inquiry probably induced a moment’s carelessness, and Rupert did not notice that in the struggle their ground had insensibly been changed, and Neville now stood directly in front of a large tree. Not heeding the impediment, Rupert made a fierce thrust with the point of his sword, which Neville evaded by a vault to one side, so that Rupert’s sword striking the tree, sprang from his hand at the impact. As it fell to the ground, Neville reached it first, and placed his foot upon it. Rupert stood still and bowed gravely. He was at Neville’s mercy, and he indicated his knowledge of this fact by the proud stillness of his attitude. [Illustration: "RUPERT STOOD STILL, AND BOWED GRAVELY."] "It was an accident," said Neville; "and an accident is God’s part in any affair. Take your life from my hand. I have no will to wish your death." He offered his hand as he spoke, and Rupert took it frankly, answering, "’Tis no disgrace to take life from one so gallant and generous, and I am glad that I can repay the favour of your clemency;" then he almost whispered in Cluny’s ear three words, and the young man started visibly, and with great haste untied his horse. "We would better change horses," said Rupert; "mine is a Barb, swift as the wind."