“Much,” Guy said, “I know I’ve been ill this winter, but the only way I’m going to recover my full fitness is if I practise. And I’m not going to get better if you keep letting me win. So, put your whole effort into this next duel.”

Much looked lovingly at Guy. He was aware how much being ill had taken it out of him, and he was trying not to let the man over-exert himself. Nevertheless, Much threw himself into the duel.

It wasn’t long before Guy was defeated and looking thoroughly downhearted. “You know, I think I liked it better when you let me win,” he admitted. “At least then I felt like I was making some progress!”