Now, it's too late--if I didn't fight him, I'd be a perjured man.

You know," he added, smiling, "there's something in a Lamh Laudher's blow, as well as in the Dead Boxer's.

Isn't it said, that a Lamh Laudher needn't strike two blows, when he sends his strength with one." He stretched out his powerful arm, as he spoke, with a degree of pride, not unbecoming his youth, spirit, and amazing strength and activity.
"Do not," he added, "either vex me, or sink my spirits.

I'm sworn, an' I'll fight him.

That's my mind, and it will not change." The whole party felt, by the energy and decision with which he spoke the last words, that he was immovable.