True, there are
some who have said that I am built like a man; I pride myself that
I can conduct myself like one."
"And speak impertinently." Still in the best of humour, the prince
coolly reached out and felt Watson's biceps. His eyes became still
brighter. If not an admirer of decorum, he could appreciate firm
flesh. "Sirra! You ARE strong! Answer me--do you know anything
about games of violence?"
"Several. Anything you choose."
But the prince shook his head. "Not so. I claim no unfair
advantage; you are well met, and opportune. Let it be a contest of
your own choosing. The greater honour to myself, the victor!"
But the little queen saw fit to interfere.
"Senestro, is this the code of the Bar? Is not your proposal
unseemly to so great a guest? Restrain your eagerness for strength
and for muscle! You have preferred charges against this man; now
you would hurl your body as well. Remember, I am the queen; I can
command it of you."
The Senestro bowed.
"Your wishes are my law, O Aradna." Then, turning to Watson: "I am
over-eager, stranger. You are the best-built man I have seen for
many a circle. But I shall best you." He paced to his throne and
resumed his seat. "Let him tell us his tale. I repeat, Geos, that
for all his beauty this one is an impostor. When he has spoken I
shall confute him. I ask only that in the end he be turned over to
me.
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