Then he laughed aloud and his face was an awful sight for my brother had punched him very hard indeed with those great raw-boned knuckles of his. I’m sure I ought to have screamed, or to have run between them, or at least have run away and told father—but I didn’t. I had often heard father talk of men fighting but had never even pictured what it might be like. Now that I was seeing it I felt no horror at the sight, or, if any horror, a tingling warm horror that held me suspended and waiting for more. Indeed, I stood as they say rooted to the spot and wished only to see my brother thrash this bully. It never occurred to me that the bully might have his own share of the victory!
Then the man rose and came towards Elijah, who turned to Enoch and said sharply, “You get out of this. Go to Susa
