He all but had me.
"Come on! Come on, man!" I cried.

"Come and share the fun!" And the King laughed gleefully, and came on, pushing his chair before him.
With an oath Detchard skipped back, and, before I knew what he was doing, had turned his sword against the King.

He made one fierce cut at the King, and the King, with a piteous cry, dropped where he stood.

The stout ruffian turned to face me again.

But his own hand had prepared his destruction: for in turning he trod in the pool of blood that flowed from the dead physician.