I drew my sword,

Knowing it was the end.

But vanity must die,

To show you are a man.

He was the better swordsman,

Having killed a number of men.

But my honor was at stake,

And I'll not be a coward.

He lunged at me,

But I stepped aside.

With one quick thrust,

I caught him in his side.

He fought on, though weak,

But now the duel was mine.

I parried with him for awhile,

And then I lunged and he was dead.