What do I do, what do I practise?
Only chivalrous work.
"My life is based upon the sword.

Do you know a better blade or surer hand than mine?
Do my soldiers obey me?
Have I spared my blood in fighting before the red walls and towers yonder?
No, by my fore man Roland, no, no, a thousand times no." "Who denies it, Meister Allerts?
But tell me, what do you mean by your cry: Roland, my fore man ?" "Another time, Wilhelm; you mustn't interrupt me now.

Hear my story about where the worm hides in me.

So once more: What I do, the calling I follow, is knightly work, yet when a Wibisma, who learned how to use his sword from my father, treats me ill and stirs up my bile, if I should presume to challenge him, as would be my just right, what would he do?
Laugh and ask: 'What will the passado cost, Fencing-master Allerts?
Have you polished rapiers ?' Perhaps he wouldn't even answer at all, and we saw just now how he acts.

His glance slipped past me like an eel, and he had wax in his ears.