Steel upon steel. The clamour of honour. The harsh melody of a tune played out by the participants in a wet field, where drunken words are reiterated or retracted by the spilling of blood. No gentleman should suffer the suggestion, that he was made wrong by his choice of language. He speaks now only with his blade, and answers only to that of his opponent. The lies of his foe will only be declared and proven outright, when he has rolled his wrist and beat aside that willow of steel. To force his own to puncture deep within the breast of his enemy. Or he admits he may have been wrong or hasty in his accusation by lying face down in the dew and adding his own life-water to the dampness of the field. A gentleman knows the distinction between proven and unproven. As well as how it is resolved. Not for courts of law is he. Such a suggestion would court his scorn and one does not do to court such as that. A gentleman knows of only one way to resolve issue, and that is, of course. Grass before breakfast.
