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Corso Italo : Corso Italo 11 : First Skirmish

Already, a rival has appeared for the hand of the Lord's daughter. Their flags at the ready, they will fight for her honour as she watches demurely in the background. They parry and thrust at each other in mock battle, faster and faster the flags twist, slicing with military precision and cutting through the air, when one takes a running jump and somersaults over the outspread arms of his companion to tumble onto the bare ground. She claps her hands in delight. Has he won her charms?

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