Fool, can I ride a pair at once, like a mountebank ?" "I know not, but you can ride one and I another.

When the Abbot of Blossholme visits Sir John Foterell of Shefton he comes with hawk on wrist, with chaplains and pages, and ten stout men-at-arms, of whom he keeps more of late than a priest would seem to need about him.

When Sir John Foterell visits the Abbot of Blossholme, at least he should have one serving-man at his back to hold his nag and bear him witness." Sir John looked at him shrewdly.
"I called you fool," he said, "but you are none except in looks.

Do as you will, Jeffrey, but be swift.Stop.Where is my daughter ?" "The Lady Cicely sits in her parlour.

I saw her sweet face at the window but now staring out at the snow as though she thought to see a ghost in it." "Um," grunted Sir John, "the ghost she thinks to see rides a grand grey mare, stands over six feet high, has a jolly face, and a pair of arms well made for sword and shield, or to clip a girl in.