“We know all this,” exclaimed the youngest brother, impatiently. “Personal combat has no meaning. It is an unfair justice anyway. It is the thugs who win.” Arthur sighed and folded his hands. He continued in the quiet voice, which he had not raised. “You are still very young, Mordred. You have yet to learn that nearly all the ways of giving justice are unfair. If you can suggest another way of settling moot points, except by personal combat, I will be glad to try it.”
