"But you will get that armour ready, Ben?" "Course I will, sir. On'y too glad to see you take a liking to a bit o' armour and a sword. Now, then, what do you say to beginning again?" "I'm ready," said Roy, but with a longing look at the armour. "Then you shall just put that helmet on, and have the visor down. You won't be able to see so well, but it will save your face from an accidental cut." He placed the helmet on the boy's head, adjusted the cheek straps, and drew back. "Find it heavy, sir?" "Rather! Feels as if it would topple off as soon as I begin to move." "But it won't, sir. The leather cap inside will stop that. Now, then, if you please, we'll begin. I'm going to cut at you slowly and softly, and you've got to guard yourself, and then turn off. I shall be very slow, but after a bit I shall cut like lightning, and before I've done I shan't be no more able to hit you than you're able now to hit me." Roy said nothing, and the man began cutting at him to right and to left, upward from the same direction and downward, as if bent upon cleaving his shoulders; and for every cut Ben showed him how to make the proper guard, holding his weapon so that the stroke should glance off, and laying especial weight upon the necessity for catching the blow aimed upon the _forte_ of the blade toward the hilt, and not upon the _faible_ near the point. Then came the turn of the head, and the horizontal and down right cuts were, after further instruction, received so that they, too, glanced off. Roy gaining more and more confidence at every stroke. But that helmet was an utter nuisance, and half buried the wearer. "I'm beginning to think you're right, Ben, about the armour," said the lad, at last. "Yes, 'tis a bit awkward, sir; but you'll get used to it. If you can defend yourself well with that on, why, of course, you can without. Now, then, suppose, for a change, you have a cut at me." "Why, what tomfoolery is this?" said a highly-pitched voice; and Roy tried to snatch off his helmet as he caught sight of the secretary standing in the door-way looking on. But the helmet would not come off easily, and, after a tug or two, Roy was fain to turn to the old soldier. "Here," he said, hastily, "unfasten this, Ben, quick!" "Yes, sir; but I don't see as you've any call to be in such a hurry. You've a right to learn to use a sword if you like. Only the strap fastened over this stud, and there you are." Red-faced and annoyed, Roy faced the secretary, who had walked slowly into the armoury, to stand looking about him with a sneer of contempt upon his lip. "Only practising a little sword-play, sir," said the boy, as soon as his head was relieved. "Sword-play! Is there no other kind of play a boy like you can take to? What do you want with sword-play?" "My father's a soldier," said Roy.