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62 were draped rich canopies of crimson and gold, rarest products of the looms of Persia and of Ind. Everywhere the most splendid preparations were made for the tourney.

The first who met the weapon of Cambello was Priamond, who fought long and gallantly. At the last the sharp spear-head of Cambello found out a crevice in his thick armor, and gave him such a thrust in his side that from the wound his life gushed forth. Then his brave spirit, instead of seeking at once the grim shades of Hades, entered into the mortal shape of Dyamond, who from that moment was twice eager for the affray.

Inspired by double soul and valor Dyamond was hardly to be subdued, and for a long time the victory seemed doubtful,till, with one gigantic blow, Cambello wielded his good sword, and struck from his body the head of his brave adversary.

Then as the united lives of his two brothers passed into the breast of Triamond, a great cry of defiance escaped his throat. Not one whit dismayed at the prowess of Cambello, he burned to engage with him hand to hand.

At the next morning’s dawn, behold the two champions clad in glittering armor, with helmets closed, and arms newly put in order, met on the snowy field.