He raised his flagon and drank to him, with a merry flash of his white teeth.
"A toi, mon garcon," he cried.

"Hast surely never seen a man-at-arms, that thou shouldst stare so ?" "I never have," said Alleyne frankly, "though I have oft heard talk of their deeds." "By my hilt!" cried the other, "if you were to cross the narrow sea you would find them as thick as bees at a tee-hole.

Couldst not shoot a bolt down any street of Bordeaux, I warrant, but you would pink archer, squire, or knight.

There are more breastplates than gaberdines to be seen, I promise you." "And where got you all these pretty things ?" asked Hordle John, pointing at the heap in the corner.
"Where there is as much more waiting for any brave lad to pick it up.
Where a good man can always earn a good wage, and where he need look upon no man as his paymaster, but just reach his hand out and help himself.

Aye, it is a goodly and a proper life.