“If he means to stand by his insult,” Broadhoof said forebodingly, “I will demand immediate satisfaction. No one, great or small, tramples my honor.” “You mean a duel?” Seth asked incredulously. “You’re going to prove your courage by beating up a kid?” “He raises a valid concern,” Cloudwing said, laying a hand on Broadhoof’s shoulder. “Consorting with hogs will only leave us soiled.” “The two of you are dead to us,” Broadhoof declared. “Depart.”
