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."
He unbuckled the muzzle and said, as he untied the gag, "I
wouldn't blame you if you wanted to hit me."
"Fair enough," Tarli said, and kicked Saliak in the
groin.
The others gasped, in surprise and in sympathetic pain.
Maglion and Steyan looked as though, after a rainy spring,
the sun had broken through.
Saliak, when he could rise to his knees, gasped, "Is that
any way for a knight to fight?"
Tarli shrugged. "You'd rather fight face-to-face?"
Saliak looked green. "I'd rather not fight just now"
"But you insulted my honor. Repeatedly. And now you
know it."
Saliak blinked several times; he was having trouble
focusing. "The Measure says that if I choose not to fight,
and have apologized, then you must accept my apology."
Tarli nodded. "So it does." He added, so casually that
Moran's heart froze within him, "But my own code is more
important than the Measure. Face-to-face?"
Saliak nodded, grunting with the effort.
"Good." Tarli tilted Saliak's head up. With the taller
boy on his knees, the two boys were on eye level. Tarli
clenched his hands together and swung them both into
Saliak's face, knocking him backward.
"This may hurt a little - "
After a few more punches, Tarli propped Saliak upright
with the thonged stick and began a systematic top-to-
bottom dismantling of Saliak, punches only
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