Had I another mind you
would be dead by now, never knowing the hand that struck you. Have no
fear; I am your equal, for my forefathers were nobles when yours were
savages."
"Boy, are you mad," asked Marcus, "to think that I, who have fought in
three wars, can fear a beardless youth, however fierce? Why, if I feared
you I have but to blow upon this whistle and my guards would hale you
hence to a felon's death. For your own sake it is that I pray you to
consider. Setting aside my rank and yours, I will fight you if you will,
and now. Yet think. If I kill you there is an end, and if by chance you
should kill me, you will be hunted down as a double murderer. As it is,
I forgive you, because I know how bitter is the jealousy of youth,
and because you struck no assassin's blow when you might have done so
safely. Therefore, I say, go in peace, knowing that I shall not break my
word."
"Cease talking," said Caleb, "and come out into the moonlight."
"I am glad that is your wish," replied Marcus. "Having done all I can
to save you, I will add that I think you a dangerous cub, of whom the
world, the lady Miriam and I alike will be well rid. Now, what weapon
have you? A short sword and no mail? Well, so have I.
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