‘Ah, younker,’ answered his host, ‘rather hate him with perfect fury, for that you need, to withstand his mature and experienced skill in a brawl.’
‘I am conscious of my youthful instability in comparison with him,’ answered Grigorss, ‘and even think it possible that the temptation to avoid and save my own young life will overcome me when with terror I realize his superiority. Yes, it might prove that I have rated my manhood too high, that at his attack all my courage might sink away, and out of sheer youngness I might take to Sturmi’s heels, in order at least to win a little applause for my agility in running away.’
‘That would not look much like you,’ M. Poitevin opined.
‘Like or no, one may in youthful panic do what is not like one. So I beg you, give heed to the gate, when I am on t
