Sel.It’s some game of skill.
It’s very pretty.
Dar.Very. (Knights pause.) Oh, they’ve stopped.
Phy. Come, come—on guard. (Fight resumed.)
Zay.Now they begin again.
Eth. (Sees fairies, who have gradually surrounded them.)
Hold! we are overlooked. (Ethais, who has turned for a moment in saying this, is severely wounded by Phyllon.)
Sel.You may proceed.
We like it much.
Dar.You do it very well—