"To no man!"
In an instant their blades met, the dull light of the lantern flashing on the glittering steel. Though Jehan had the longer weapon, he possessed neither the strength nor the skill of his antagonist, and in less than half a minute's swordplay the Frenchman's blade caught in the notch that the hilt of most poignards possess, and with a quick, powerful turn of the wrist Raymond snapped the sword off close to the guard.
"Now wilt yield?"
"If thou art a gentleman I will; if not, pass the dagger through me rather than let me disgrace myself."
"I am Sir Raymond Revyngton, knight."
"Then, Sir Raymond, I yield myself to thee; though I pray thee, certify my master that I fought well ere I yielded."
"And thy name and quality?"
"I am Jehan de Sous-Cahors, seneschal de Vimereux, and of the household of King Philip."
"Then I have had great honour in taking thee!" said Raymond with due courtesy. "And now have I thy promise that there shall be no attempt at escape? Otherwise, though it grieve me to mishandle a knight, thou must be brought bound into the camp."
"I swear, by St. Denis."