Answer:
Once the snarling and yelping had died down, the victor mused over his triumph.
The general had turned to retrieve his sword from the closet. Rainsford grabbed a coverlet and leaped on to the bed. The infuriated Zarhoff slashed and parried clumsily, impaired by the wine and after-dinner liqueurs. Rainsford jumped to a position before the open window, playing the Matador to Zarhoff's bull. As the animal lunged, the taunter dropped the cape. His feet entangled, the general bellowed as he dropped from the window to become the repast for the baying hounds. Satisfied. Quiet. It was the finest bed, at last.
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