From The Passionate Swordsman...
Without an instant’s hesitation Conrad leaped from his place in the tree to the top of the wall, and so down into the enclosed courtyard, shouting as he went, in his intent to distract the attention of the girl’s adversaries momentarily away form their intended victim. The three participants stared in startled amazement at the sudden interposing apparition, causing a momentary cessation in swordplay, the girl reacting in welcome relief and the two miscreants responding in obvious irritation and confusion.
Conrad pointed his empty rifle threateningly at the two men and calmly addressed the group. “Methinks there is a gravely unsporting imbalance here. Let me even the odds.” Then turning to the girl, he said, “My dear young lady, will you favor me with the use of your sword for a moment? I will return it to you after I have dispatched these two craven scoundrels who have so bravely and so disproportionately set upon a mere young girl.” He drew near and reached out his hand. She quickly extended the weapon to him, hilt first, in obedience to the confidence in the tone of his voice. He in turn handed the rifle to her. “It isn’t loaded,” he said with a light laugh that smote the hearts of the two men with a foreboding chill.
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