"But let not your grief make you unjust.

Your father died in fair fight.

If I had not killed him he would have killed me, and years ago he tried to hunt me to death for his amusement." "And I and mine--we will hunt you to death for our revenge.

Or will you fight now?
I am ready." "No, I have no quarrel with you, and I should be sorry to hurt you." "Go your way, then, but remember--" "Better leave him; he seems half-crazed," interposed Medina.

"Come into my house while my slaves remove the body.".