Twenty-one, twenty-two. His fingers cherished the hilt of his sword and his eyes were on his friend and superior, ready at his back to do whatever was needed. While he was straining every sinew, his foot slipped, and he fell, head foremost, into a deep trench, which he had not observed in the dark. The roofs and gables of many of the houses had been torn off. Upon this island whither he was bound there would be no diversions, breathing spells; the battle would be constant.
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