I condole with you in your bereavement, but it is the fortune of war.

Let the thought that your son died in a godly cause be of comfort to you.

Bear in mind, Colonel Pride, that Abraham hesitated not to offer up his child to the Lord.

And so, fare you well." Colonel Pride's face worked oddly, and his eyes rested for a second upon the stern, unmoved figure of the Tavern Knight in malice and vindictiveness.

Then, shrugging his shoulders in token of unwilling resignation, he withdrew, whilst Crispin was led out.
In the hall again they kept him waiting for some moments, until at length an officer came up, and bidding him follow, led the way to the guardroom.