On either side were scattered houses with gardens sloping down toward the road.

The heavy, sickly scent of strawberries was in the air.
'Hast ever slain a man in anger ?' asked Saxon, as we galloped along.
'Never,' I answered.
'Ha! You will find that when you hear the clink of steel against steel, and see your foeman's eyes, you will straightway forget all rules, maxims, and precepts of the fence which your father or others may have taught you.' 'I have learned little of the sort,' said I.My father did but teach me to strike an honest downright blow.

This sword can shear through a square inch of iron bar.' 'Scanderbeg's sword must have Scanderbeg's arm,' he remarked.

'I have observed that it is a fine piece of steel.

One of the real old text-compellers and psalm-expounders which the faithful drew in the days of yore, when they would: "Prove their religion orthodox, By Apostolic blows and knocks." You have not fenced much, then ?' 'Scarce at all,' said I.
'It is as well.