>>514163343 (OP)
A rich man from Verona and a poor man from Padua both came to the great marketplace of Vicenza. The two men, distracted by their own concerns, ran into one another and fell in the mud. The poor man, already covered in filth, was left none the worse for it, but the rich man's clothes were ruined. Incensed at the poor man for getting in his way, he demanded recompense. "Forgive me, my lord," said the poor man, "I cannot replace such a fine garment." Now, further insulted, the rich man challenged the poor man to a duel. The rich man left the city with his entourage, and the poor man followed. On a hill outside the wall, they found a great oak tree, and prepared to fight. The rich man, snapped his fingers, and immediately a squire rushed to dress him in heavy plate. "This is the finest armor money can buy, crafted by the finest armorer in all Verona. Where is your armor, sir?" he said to the unarmored man across from him. "I have none, my lord." the poor man replied as he removed his tunic.
The rich man snapped his fingers again, and a servant produced a velvet-lined box containing a steel blade. "This is the finest sword money can buy, made by the finest smith in all Verona. Where is your sword, sir?" he said, looking at the unarmed man across from him. "I have none, my lord." the poor man replied, as he picked up branch from the tree.
The rich man charged and took a mighty swing, but cut only air as the poor man stepped aside. The poor man struck the rich man's hand and he recoiled in pain, dropping his sword, and with a light push, the rich man fell to the ground. Weighed down by his heavy plate, the rich man struggled and failed to get back up.
Impossible," said the rich man, "I learned to fight from the finest masters in all Verona. Where did you learn to fight, sir?"
"Castagnaro, my lord," replied the poor man, as he picked up the blade, "killing men from Verona." and with that he brought the sword down on his head.