of the great mantelpiece, one which ended in a really
successful thrust delivered with a suppressed "Ha, ha!" followed by a
dull thud, and a tug on the lad's part to extricate the point of his
sword from its new sheath, quite a couple of inches being firmly thrust
into the hard old wood right in the centre of the marked-out heart.

"Humph! At last!" said the watcher, as the boy faced round. "You won't
kill many of the King's enemies, Master Denis, if you can't do better
work than that."

"What!" cried the boy, flushing. "You've been watching?"

"Of course, I watch everything," said the other, smiling. "That's the
way to learn. You must watch, too, my boy--good fencing masters--and
learn how to parry and thrust. It's of no use to carry a fine blade
like that if you don't master its use. Some day you may have to draw it
to defend the King, and aim its point perhaps at an assassin's heart;
and that will be a harder target to hit than that motionless mark. You
seem to have drawn upon the King's furniture to the great damage of the
carving. Denis, my lad, you ought to be able to handle a sword to
better purpose than that. Why, even I, old man as I am, who have not
held a blade in my hand this many a year, could make a better show."

"At binding up wounds perhaps," said the boy scornfully.

"Ay, and making of them too.--His Majesty is not in his chamber, I
suppose?"

"Yes, he is," said the lad shortly; "asleep."

"Soundly, then, or the noise you made must have aroused him. Go and see
if he is yet awake. I want to see him."

The boy frowned, and gave a tug at his weapon, which refused to leave
the wood.

"Gently, my lad," said the doctor. "That is a very beautiful weapon,
too good to spoil, and if you use it like that you will snap off the
point, or drag the blade from the hilt."

"But it is in so fast," cried the lad impatiently, and he pulled with
all his might, his anger gathering at being dictated to and taught.

"Let me," said the doctor, raising one hand; and the lad resented the
offer for the moment, but on second thoughts gave way.

"Perhaps you will find it as hard as I do," he said, with a malicious
smile.

"Perhaps I shall," said his elder; "but I should like to try.
Sometimes, my boy, the _tactus eruditus_ will succeed when main force
fails."

"I wish you wouldn't talk Latin," said the boy impatiently, and he
snatched his hand from the sword-hilt, leaving it vibrating and swaying
up