The advice would have been little heeded had I given it.

Max was not one in whose heart hatred could thrive, but every man should have a just sense of injury received, and no one should leave all vengeance to God.

In Max's heart this sense was almost judicial.

The court of his conscience had convicted Calli of an unforgivable crime, and he felt that it was his God-appointed duty to carry out the sentence.
While I had all faith in Max's strength and skill, I also knew Calli to be a strong, time-hardened man, well used to arms.

What his skill was, I could not say, but fame proclaimed it great.