So he engaged hotly with Athisl, who desirous to fight him in a forbearing fashion, merely thrust lightly with his blade and struck upon his shield; thus guarding his own safety with more hardihood than success.

When he had done this some while, he advised him to take his brother to share in his enterprise, and not be ashamed to ask for the help of another hand, since his unaided efforts were useless.

If he refused, said Athisl, he should not be spared; then making good his threats, he assailed him with all his might.

But Ket received him with so sturdy a stroke of his sword, that it split the helmet and forced its way down upon the head.

Stung by the wound (for a stream of blood flowed from his poll), he attacked Ket with a shower of nimble blows, and drove him to his knees.