Harold watched as Sarah walked off, his eyes rolling.  Whether she accepted his apology or not didn't matter to him.  He had accepted he was wrong, and apologized.  Though it seemed that Stewart wasn't willing to accept it and be done with it.  Harold glared at the older man.  A duel at dawn?  Seriously?  He knew that Stewart wouldn't take no for an answer, that his precious pride and honor wouldn't allow it.  So Harold would give him what he wanted.  He wasn't about to back down.<br/><br/>"A duel?  Fine, I accept.  I could try and whine my way out of it, use my leg and the fact that you're a trained fighter as excuses, but I won't.  My pop always told me that a man should own up to his mistakes, and do what he has to.  I've already apologized to the one I crossed; and I don't owe you anything.  But I'll give baby what he wants.  Even though I'll probably lose, I won't back down."