"You then challenged him, to--" He halted suddenly and stared hard at Grey. "Ostensibly," he said, more slowly, "ye challenged him to preserve your honor, to refute the slur of sodomy." His lips compressed into a tight line. "Ostensibly," Grey echoed. "Why the bloody hell else would I have done it?" Fraser's eyes searched his face. Grey felt the touch of the other man's gaze, an odd sensation, but kept his own face composed. Or hoped he did. "Her Grace says that ye did it for the sake of your friendship with me," Fraser said at last, quietly. "And I am inclined to think her right."