"'Damnably' is not the word I should employ, but n'importe." He sat down and started to pull on his boots. "I have enjoyed myself. I said I should."
"Tare an' 'ouns, so have I! It's an age since I've had a sword in my hand. I am indebted to you, sir."
"Yes, you are out of practice. I thank the kind fates for that!"
"Ay, I'd have kept you at it longer, but I don't know that the issue would have been different. You must go?"
Philip picked up his hat.
"I must. I have to thank you for—"
"Oh, stuff! I'd no notion of holding Cleone to her promise, but I could not resist the offer of a fight. I wish you could see how monstrous amusing it was, though!"
Philip laughed.
"Had it been anyone but Cleone I might have been able to appreciate the humour of the situation! I trust the wound will heal quickly."
"Oh, that's naught! A mere prick, but I was winded. Fare ye well, Jettan. My felicitations! You felicitated me last night, did you not?" He laughed.