You really aren’t very good,” she said with brutal honesty. “I am not used to striking young girls,” I said. “How could you become used to it?” She laughed. “To grow used to a thing, you must do it over and again. I expect you have never struck a woman even once.” Celean extended a hand. I took it in what I hoped was a gracious manner, and she helped pull me to my feet. “I mean where I come from, it is not right to fight with women.” “I do not understand,” she said. “Do they not.