We fell apart, panting, white with rage, staring at the unexpected disturbers of our peace. They were the Governor, the commander, the Cape Merchant, and the watch.
“Lord, now lettest thou thy servant depart in peace!” exclaimed Master Pory, and retired to the cedar and Dr. Bohun.
“This ends here, gentlemen,” said the Governor firmly. “You are both bleeding. It is enough.”
“Out of my way, sir!” cried my lord, foaming at the mouth. He made a mad thrust over the Governor's extended arm at me, who was ready enough to meet him. “Have at thee, thou bridegroom!” he said between his teeth.
The Governor caught him by the wrist. “Put up your sword, my lord, or, as I stand here, you shall give it into the commander's hands!”
“Hell and furies!” ejaculated my lord. “Do you know who I am, sir?”
“Ay,” replied the Governor sturdily, “I do know. It is because of that knowledge, my Lord Carnal, that I interfere in this affair. Were you other than you are, you and this gentleman might fight until doomsday, and meet with no hindrance from me. Being what you are, I will prevent any renewal of this duel, by fair means if I may, by foul if I must.”
He left my lord, and came over to me. “Since when have you been upon my Lord Warwick's side, Ralph Percy?” he demanded, lowering his voice.
“I am not so,” I said.
“Then appearances are mightily deceitful,” he retorted.