“Should we not talk about the duel, prince?” One of the men behind Wu Fuchai interrupted my father’s debate and my own thoughts.
“Yes. Yes, you are right Cao.” He offered a light bow to my father. “Forgive me, my lord. I got carried away.”
“No matter, I find out verbal riddles interesting. I too must apologize for deviating from topic.” My father beamed. “So, when shall the duel take place?” His confidence in me was endearing, but spending these moments observing Wu Fuchai left me worried about my prospects of victory. He was big and muscular, and possibly also quite accomplished in some sort of martial arts…and I was just me, strong for a six-year-old, but no match for an adult warrior.
“I think, my lord, that it would not be fair for me to fight a child, even if that child is your offspring.” Fuchai sent nothing but a quick glance my way…I don’t suppose that me sitting on top of my father’s knees was helping my case.