'And you are the champion of your people?' asked Uther. He glanced across to the other warriors who still waited, far back, close to the woodland. 'We have no need to fight with anyone. We have said, we come with only peaceful intentions.'
'Well, yer still have a need to fight with me,' Dara grinned and turned his spear in the air, spinning it around and swooping it from side to side, it disappeared around his back, and then came back in front to a juddering halt, the end vibrating with the shock of it and the point aimed squarely at Uther's face. 'I stand in your path, and I am indeed a …a… champion of my people, one of them anyway, we have many.' He raised the spear, leant on it, then standing upon one leg he lifted his foot and rested it on the calf of the other; he was still grinning.
