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Running into Montgomery's house, Francois rushed to the armory, where, with the help of the servants who came to the rescue, he threw off his bloody armor, and went to the room where the owner remained. The count was still sleeping on the bench, the chevalier pulled up a chair, sat down in it, and again cast a spell. He did not have time to feel dizzy, immediately plunging into a deep sleep. Montgomery, back in his body, looked around in surprise. Seeing François sleeping on the bench, he began to wake him up. He raised himself on his elbow, looked dumbfounded at the count and muttered:

- What kind of wine do you have, Montgomery? It just knocks you off your feet.

Yes, I seem to have passed out too. Get up, Romanyak, it's time for the tournament. Will you come with me?

- No, - François shook his head, desperately trying to wake up, - something is not right for me, so I, perhaps, will go to my place.

He got up and, swaying slightly, walked to the door.

- Good luck, Count.

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