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In the arena below, two new combatants entered to a round of thunderous applause and roars of laughter. The first warrior bounded across the arena floor, a long sword twirling from fist to fist in a brilliant display of swordsmanship. The powerful muscles of his arms rippled beneath skin already glistening with sweat. His strong, white teeth shone in a fierce grin through his short-cropped chestnut beard. He wore a vest of mail over his broad back, and his stout legs were clad in leather greaves.

Behind him slinked a miserable creature clad only in rags and dragging a spear far too long for him to wield with any effect. At the sight of him, the crowd howled with laughter and shouted, "Ong! Ong! Ong!" the noise resounding like an iron bell in this deep subterranean cavern. At the sound of his name, the gully dwarf grinned and waved, and he tried to heft his overlong spear in salute to the crowd, only to topple over with its weight. The unruly mob of spectators only howled more loudly than ever, and he seemed encouraged by their noise, jutting out the tangled nest of his filthy beard and strutting cockily a few steps before tripping over his own feet.

His smile broadening, Jungor leaned closer to Ferro Dunskull and shouted over the noise, "Ah, this ought to be interesting. Yon Daewar warrior is Uurk Straightbeard. He claims that his opponent, the gully dwarf named Shnatz Ong, cheated him at dice and refused to return his money. He has demanded an arena confrontation according to Tarn's Law of Redress outlawing unsanctioned revenge killings."

"Interesting?" Ferro Dunskull snorted. "I fail to see what could possibly be entertaining about watching some dull-witted Daewar lawfully slaughter a gully dwarf."

"You've already made up your mind who will win this battle then?" Jungor inquired with a taunting lilt of his basso voice.

Ferro started and stared at the Hylar thane. "You don't mean to suggest… " he cried. "That gully dwarf could never…"

"Of course not. He's only a gully dwarf, after all. I simply wanted to give you an opportunity to recover your losses from the previous battle," Jungor said quickly, finishing with another oily grin. His smile only deepened the impression of the predator in his hawkish features. His beard did little to hide the craggy angles of his face, the beaklike projection of his nose. Yet for all the fierceness of his imposing countenance, his taunting smile bore a certain charm.

"You want me to bet against that gully dwarf, don't you?" Ferro asked, his dark violet eyes narrowing suspiciously.

"I'll give you three-to-one odds," Jungor said solicitously.

Ferro glared down into the arena in time to see the gully dwarf nearly impale himself on his own spear. The Daewar warrior stood at the far side of the arena, respectfully waiting for the forms of combat to be completed. His bearing and demeanor spoke of supreme confidence, and his previous display of swordsmanship left no doubt as to his ability.

Ferro darted a quick glance at Jungor Stonesinger.

"Well?" the Hylar thane asked.

"It seems a sure thing," the Daergar began slowly, as though still pondering his decision. "Which makes me doubly suspicious."

"It's only a friendly wager," Jungor said innocently.

The Hylar thane's hurt tone only provoked the Daergar. "If I don't take the bet and your gully dwarf falls at the first blow, I'll look like a fool. So I'll take your bet, and this time I'll make you suffer for it! Five hundred steel coins is my wager! There! Ha!"

Astar Trueshield's eyes widened in alarm at the extravagance of the Daergar's bet, but Jungor's smile never wavered.

"Five hundred, then," Jungor said as he rose to his feet. Ferro shrunk back in his chair, worriedly gnawing the ends of his beard.

Jungor turned and faced the arena, and, seeing him rise, Uurk Straightbeard strode to the center of the arena and began to address him. The crowd slowly became quiet as the Daewar's words filtered through.

"…demand vengeance. This is my right! But according to the Law of Redress enacted by our high thane, Tarn Bellowgranite, blood feud and revenge killing outside the arena is forbidden. Therefore I ask the President of the Arena of Justice, Thane Jungor Stonesinger, to sanction this combat between myself and the Aghar dwarf known as Shnatz Ong."

"The council recognizes your right to redress, and I affirm the legality of this forum," Jungor answered, his basso voice resounding in the thick air. He spoke with a natural authority, so that even the most intoxicated dwarf in the crowd paused for a moment to appreciate the Hylar thane's command of the forms and procedures of law so dear to many a dwarven heart. "You have chosen weapons combat, knowing that your contest may result in serious injury or death. Let it be known that no one may claim the right of revenge for that which happens in the arena here today."

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