“Sword”
“Sir, I take offence in your manner. Your conduct disgraces yourself and your family and frankly I am shocked that you would say those things with ladies present.”
“Might I speak in my defence…”
SLAP! “No you may not. We will let our weapons speak for us when you give me satisfaction.”
“And if I don’t consent to give you satisfaction?”
“You will Sir, or all those present will know you to be a blackguard and a coward. Choose your weapon and we will see who is in the right of the situation.”
“Sir, I must protest! You have the wrong man, I know nothing of what you speak, in fact I was not present at the dinner in which you claim I acted so grievously.”
“Ah you deny it! You truly are the lowest form of life. You all see how he tries to dodge his responsibilities, how he refuses to accept the consequences?”
“All right, Sir. I will give you your satisfaction. And in the process I will have mine.”
“Then choose your weapon, Sir. I will have my second tell yours where and when we will meet.”
“I choose swords, Sir, and you will regret this decision. Though not for long.”
story by Struan McCallum
art by Lisa Manuzak
