It will be said that you attacked me, and that I did but strive to defend myself.

Others can bring witness besides you, Sir John," and he whispered some words in Latin or Spanish into the ear of one of his chaplains, whereon that priest turned to leave the room.
"Now it seems that we are getting to business," said Jeffrey Stokes, as, lying his hand upon the knife at his girdle, he slipped between the monk and the door.
"That's it, Jeffrey," cried Sir John.

"Stop the rat's hole.

Look you, Spaniard, I have a sword.

Show me to your gate, or, by virtue of the King's commission that I hold, I do instant justice on you as a traitor, and afterward answer for it if I win out." The Abbot considered a moment, taking the measure of the fierce old knight before him.