“You’ve bragged that you’ll fight any man who dares disagree with you,” Haggar said loudly. “Well, here I am. We’ll use knives and before they even have time to bury you tonight I’m goin’ to have your stooges kicked out and replaced with men who’ll give us competent leadership instead of blunderin’ authoritarianism.”

Prentiss noticed that Haggar seemed to have a little difficulty pronouncing the last word, as though he had learned it only recently.

“I’ll be glad to accommodate you,” Prentiss said mildly. “Go get yourself a knife.”

Haggar already had one, a long-bladed butcher knife, and the duel began. Haggar was surprisingly adept with his knife but he had never had the training and experience in combat that interstellar explorers such as Prentiss had. Haggar was good, but considerably far from good enough.