A toi, aussi, ma petite! Mon Dieu! but the lass has a good color!" "There is one thing, fair sir," said the Cambridge student in his piping voice, "which I would fain that you would make more clear.

As I understand it, there was peace made at the town of Bretigny some six years back between our most gracious monarch and the King of the French.
This being so, it seems most passing strange that you should talk so loudly of war and of companies when there is no quarrel between the French and us." "Meaning that I lie," said the archer, laying down his knife.
"May heaven forfend!" cried the student hastily.

"_Magna est veritas sed rara_, which means in the Latin tongue that archers are all honorable men.

I come to you seeking knowledge, for it is my trade to learn." "I fear that you are yet a 'prentice to that trade," quoth the soldier; "for there is no child over the water but could answer what you ask.
Know then that though there may be peace between our own provinces and the French, yet within the marches of France there is always war, for the country is much divided against itself, and is furthermore harried by bands of flayers, skinners, Brabacons, tardvenus, and the rest of them.

When every man's grip is on his neighbor's throat, and every five-sous-piece of a baron is marching with tuck of drum to fight whom he will, it would be a strange thing if five hundred brave English boys could not pick up a living.