I bid thee beware of him; he is a merchant who deals in rough bracelets and tight necklaces.

Help me to my horse;--I like thee, and will do thee good.

Build on no man's favour but mine--not even on thine uncle's or Lord Crawford's--and say nothing of thy timely aid in this matter of the boar; for if a man makes boast that he has served a King in such pinch, he must take the braggart humour for its own recompense." The King then winded his horn, which brought up Dunois and several attendants, whose compliments he received on the slaughter of such a noble animal, without scrupling to appropriate a much greater share of merit than actually belonged to him; for he mentioned Durward's assistance as slightly as a sportsman of rank, who, in boasting of the number of birds which he has bagged, does not always dilate upon the presence and assistance of the gamekeeper.

He then ordered Dunois to see that the boar's carcass was sent to the brotherhood of Saint Martin, at Tours, to mend their fare on holydays, and that they might remember the King in their private devotions.
"And," said Louis, "who hath seen his Eminence my Lord Cardinal?
Methinks it were but poor courtesy, and cold regard to Holy Church to leave him afoot here in the forest." "May it please you," said Quentin, when he saw that all were silent, "I saw his Lordship the Cardinal accommodated with a horse, on which he left the forest." "Heaven cares for its own," replied the King.

"Set forward to the Castle, my lords; we'll hunt no more this morning .-- You, Sir Squire," addressing Quentin, "reach me my wood knife--it has dropt from the sheath beside the quarry there.