"What think you, for example, of William de la Marck ?" "What!" exclaimed Durward, "serve Him with the Beard--serve the Wild Boar of Ardennes--a captain of pillagers and murderers, who would take a man's life for the value of his gaberdine, and who slays priests and pilgrims as if they were so many lance knights and men at arms?
It would be a blot on my father's scutcheon for ever." "Well, my young hot blood," replied Maitre Pierre, "if you hold the Sanglier [Wild Boar] too unscrupulous, wherefore not follow the young Duke of Gueldres ?" [Adolphus, son of Arnold and of Catherine de Bourbon....

He made war against his father; in which unnatural strife he made the old man prisoner, and used him with the most brutal violence, proceeding, it is said, even to the length of striking him with his hand.

Arnold, in resentment of this usage, disinherited the unprincipled wretch, and sold to Charles of Burgundy whatever rights he had over the duchy of Gueldres and earldom of Zutphen....

S.] "Follow the foul fiend as soon," said Quentin.

"Hark in your ear--he is a burden too heavy for earth to carry--hell gapes for him! Men say that he keeps his own father imprisoned, and that he has even struck him--can you believe it ?" Maitre Pierre seemed somewhat disconcerted with the naive horror with which the young Scotsman spoke of filial ingratitude, and he answered, "You know not, young man, how short a while the relations of blood subsist amongst those of elevated rank;" then changed the tone of feeling in which he had begun to speak, and added, gaily, "besides, if the Duke has beaten his father, I warrant you his father hath beaten him of old, so it is but a clearing of scores." "I marvel to hear you speak thus," said the Scot, colouring with indignation; "gray hairs such as yours ought to have fitter subjects for jesting.