Quick and brilliant--that was the thing.

Nor was I unmindful of that deceptive moonlight.

As with Fortini would I settle with him if he dared the time attack.

If he did not, and quickly, then I would dare it.
Despite the fret I had put him in, he was cautious.

Nevertheless I compelled the play to be rapid, and in the dim light, depending less than usual on sight and more than usual on feel, our blades were in continual touch.
Barely was the first minute of play past when I did the trick.