ElevenDavid anxiously paces the floor of Bianca's parlor. A fight! He has to fight! This is not good. Nor is the vision he has of himself being pulverized.
“Sechmet is a big guy, Bianca. I'm a scrapper but I'm no boxer. Not even a wrestler. I can't fight this guy.”
“Calm down and don't worry, David,” Bianca says, with a slight hint of worry in her own voice. “This fight will not be one of fists but of words.”
“Words? You mean like sticks and stones?” David's smart-alecky quip starts Maati and Sokar to giggling and jeering each other playfully.
“Nothing as infantile as name calling,” Bianca reproaches him. “In Coronadus we debate.”
“Debate?” David whines. “What do I know about debating? I've never done it before?”
“You will. And not just mere words, but ideas and convincing arguments.
