On the contrary, he was morally brave, though constitutionally timid, and the shame of avoiding the combat became at the moment more powerful than the fear of facing it.
"I will not hear," he said, "of a scheme which will leave my sword sheathed during this day's glorious combat.

If I am young in arms, there are enough of brave men around me whom I may imitate if I cannot equal." He spoke these words in a spirit which imposed on Torquil, and perhaps on the young chief himself.
"Now, God bless his noble heart!" said the foster father to himself.
"I was sure the foul spell would be broken through, and that the tardy spirit which besieged him would fly at the sound of the pipe and the first flutter of the brattach!" "Hear me, Lord Marshal," said the Constable.

"The hour of combat may not be much longer postponed, for the day approaches to high noon.

Let the chief of Clan Chattan take the half hour which remains, to find, if he can, a substitute for this deserter; if he cannot, let them fight as they stand." "Content I am," said the Marshal, "though, as none of his own clan are nearer than fifty miles, I see not how MacGillis Chattanach is to find an auxiliary." "That is his business," said the High Constable; "but, if he offers a high reward, there are enough of stout yeomen surrounding the lists, who will be glad enough to stretch their limbs in such a game as is expected.

I myself, did my quality and charge permit, would blythely take a turn of work amongst these wild fellows, and think it fame won." They communicated their decision to the Highlanders, and the chief of the Clan Chattan replied: "You have judged unpartially and nobly, my lords, and I deem myself obliged to follow your direction.