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"You do," Moran agreed, "and maybe you don't like it"
The boy turned even redder. "Well - I mean - so, if a
knight has been insulted, let's say wronged repeatedly" - he
took great care to look away from Saliak - "then a knight
should fight the person that wronged him? A duel? For
revenge, I mean?"
"For honor. Never for revenge."
"If you're fighting him, either way, what's the
difference?"
Moran leaned forward, hands on the table. "Suppose
someone tormented you for months and you challenged
him and demanded an apology. If he didn't give one, you
could fight him. But if he apologized sincerely, you'd have
no choice but to accept it and not fight. That's the
difference."
Steyan muttered under his breath.
"Is that a problem?" Moran asked quietly.
The tall boy scratched his head, looked from side to
side for help, and finally said, "It's hard."
"It is." Moran intentionally dropped the Mask and
spoke as a simple human being. "Honor, when it's easy or
you can't avoid it anyway, tastes better than food or drink.
When you don't want it, it eats at you, day and night."
Tarli, looking unusually solemn, said suddenly, "What
if one kind of honor fights with another?"
Moran did not reply immediately
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