"You do not need him, sir," said Saturn, stepping over the table, and reaching down to grip the shaft of the harpoon, "for as a long-time resident of Hockley-in-the-Hole, I take it as a personal affront that such incivility has been shown to our guest." He jerked the harpoon-shaft free from its steel head, which was going to remain embedded in the table for a long time. "I do view it as a personal obligation to now stave in the head of this Yevgeny." Saturn took a step towards the door, and Yevgeny took a step back, to get out in the clear and gain some melee-room; but Saturn’s attack was arrested when a hand even larger than his closed over the harpoon-staff, and took it from him. "Your willingness is duly noted by his Tsarish Majesty," Kikin explained in a hurry, "but the conflict is strictly a Russians-versus-Russians sort of affair, most difficult to explain, and honor dictates that it be settled without em-broiling our gracious hosts. Pray be seated and talk amongst yourselves." And he rushed out the door in pursuit of the Tsar.