My God! he spared my life, being a fool like all his breed.

And now the tale is known against me and that of the changed armour, too.

Why could not de la Roche die without speaking, the faithless hound whom I had fed so well! So, so, regrets are vain; de Cressi is here, and must be faced or I be shamed." "You may be killed as well as shamed," Nicholas suggested unpleasantly.
"It is certain that either you or that Englishman will die to-morrow, since he's set for no fancy tilting with waving of ladies' kerchiefs and tinsel crowns of victory, and so forth.

Merchant bred or not, he is a sturdy fighter, as we all learned in France.

Moreover, his heart is full with wrong, and the man whose quarrel is just is always to be feared." "A pest on you!" snarled Cattrina.