Navarre grasped the amulet hanging about Gavin's neck. Pulling upwards, he withdrew the chain over his head. "And this belongs to me." He stared at the amulet for several moments, then slipped the chain over his head. "A trophy you did not earn against a true warrior. Again a mark of dishonor that makes you into a liar as well." "You know nothing." Gavik hissed angrily. "I took her down fairly. Even as she took my eye. It was a legal match." "More lies." Navarre shook his head slowly. "AS she was battling three of your allies, you shot her in the back. Did it not occur to you; how could she have thrown a dagger when her back was turned?" Navarre stood silent for s moment as Gavik slowly glanced up in stunned silence. "My aim was off a bit. My strength not so great. And as a non worlders, I had no voice during the hearings. But I was there. I threw the dagger as you and your allies fled through the balcony." "You?" Gavik stared in disbelief. "My intent was your throat." Navarre went on. "But as a learning child, I was not quite skilled enough. So do not speak to me of honor. For you have none." "Then that secret dies with you!" Gavik roared, mustering all his remaining strength into one more strike.