Yet, look you, food and raiment are needful things, but, in my case, men think of honour, and advancement, and brave deeds of arms.

Your King Louis--God bless him, for he is a friend and ally of Scotland--but he lies here in this castle, or only rides about from one fortified town to another; and gains cities and provinces by politic embassies, and not in fair fighting.

Now, for me, I am of the Douglases' mind, who always kept the fields, because they loved better to hear the lark sing than the mouse squeak." "Young man," said Maitre Pierre, "do not judge too rashly of the actions of sovereigns.

Louis seeks to spare the blood of his subjects, and cares not for his own.

He showed himself a man of courage at Montl'hery." "Ay, but that was some dozen years ago or more," answered the youth--"I should like to follow a master that would keep his honour as bright as his shield, and always venture foremost in the very throng of the battle." "Why did you not tarry at Brussels, then, with the Duke of Burgundy?
He would put you in the way to have your bones broken every day; and, rather than fail, would do the job for you himself--especially if he heard that you had beaten his forester." "Very true," said Quentin; "my unhappy chance has shut that door against me." "Nay, there are plenty of daredevils abroad, with whom mad youngsters may find service," said his adviser.