Finally, a challenger. I suppose I should have taken off my cloak, though. These diminutive Celts aren't used to women as tall as me. Hurling my cloak to the floor, I can see the lad before me, clad in the colors of clan NiaFer, is surprised. But he contains himself well. I sit and extend my left arm, smiling. I move the sword slung at my left hip as he takes the challenge . . .