And that was what chanced in this case, though how it came about exactly I cannot tell.  The Spaniard was a fine swordsman, and had I been armed as he was would doubtless have overmatched me, who at that age had no practice in the art, which was almost unknown in England.  But when he saw the big stick flourished over him he forgot his own advantage, and raised his arm to ward away the blow.  Down it came upon the back of his hand, and lo! his sword fell from it to the grass.  But I did not spare him because of that, for my blood was up.  The next stroke took him on the lips, knocking out a tooth and sending him backwards.  Then I caught him by the leg and beat him most unmercifully, not upon the head indeed, for now that I was victor I did not wish to kill one whom I thought a madman as I would that I had done, but on every other part of him.

Indeed I thrashed him till my arms were weary and then I fell to kicking him, and all the while he writhed like a wounded snake and cursed horribly, though he never cried out or asked for mercy.  At last I ceased and looked at him, and he was no pretty sight to see—­indeed, what with his cuts and bruises and the mire of the roadway, it would have been hard to know him for the gallant cavalier whom I had met not five minutes before.  But uglier than all his hurts was the look in his wicked eyes as he lay there on his back in the pathway and glared up at me.

‘Now, friend Spaniard,’ I said, ’you have learned a lesson; and what is there to hinder me from treating you as you would have dealt with me who had never harmed you?’ and I took up his sword and held it to his throat.

‘Strike home, you accursed whelp!’ he answered in a broken voice; ’it is better to die than to live to remember such shame as this.’

‘No,’ I said, ’I am no foreign murderer to kill a defenceless man.  You shall away to the justice to answer for yourself.  The hangman has a rope for such as you.’

‘Then you must drag me thither,’ he groaned, and shut his eyes as though with faintness, and doubtless he was somewhat faint.

Now as I pondered on what should be done with the villain, it chanced that I looked up through a gap in the fence, and there, among the Grubswell Oaks three hundred yards or more away, I caught sight of the flutter of a white robe that I knew well, and it seemed to me that the wearer of that robe was moving towards the bridge of the ‘watering’ as though she were weary of waiting for one who did not come.

Then I thought to myself that if I stayed to drag this man to the village stocks or some other safe place, there would be an end of meeting with my love that day, and I did not know when I might find another chance.  Now I would not have missed that hour’s talk with Lily to bring a score of murderous-minded foreigners to their deserts, and, moreover, this one had earned good payment for his behaviour.  Surely thought I, he might wait a while till I had done my love-making, and if he would not wait I could find a means to make him do so.  Not twenty paces from us the horse stood cropping the grass.  I went to him and undid his bridle rein, and with it fastened the Spaniard to a small wayside tree as best I was able.