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Wogan was engaged with his equal if not with his better He was fighting

for his life with one ht for it with two,

nay, with three For over his opponent's shoulder he saw his first

polite antagonist cross to the table and pick up froan had; the fellow picked it up

with his left hand, his right elboas still useless But even that

consolation lasted hi ti fellow creeping up with his stick raised along the

wall at his right

Wogan suddenly pressed upon his opponent, delivering thrust upon thrust,

and forced hian swept

his weapon round and slashed at the ht But the stroke

ide of itsman struck at the sith his

stick, struck with all his led from the

wrist to the shoulder That, however, was the least part of the daan's sword short off at the hilt

Both an dropped the hilt