The moon shone fair, and Fortini's blade and mine were out and at earnest play.
This I knew: good swordsman as they reckoned me in France, Fortini was a better.

This, too, I knew: that I carried my lady's heart with me this night, and that this night, because of me, there would be one Italian less in the world.

I say I knew it.

In my mind the issue could not be in doubt.

And as our rapiers played I pondered the manner I should kill him.