No, by my hilt! I should look with a more loving eye upon a jolly archer who never harmed a fallen foe and never feared a hale one." "Doubtless you mean no sin," said Alleyne.

"If your words are wild, it is not for me to judge them.

Can you not see that there are other foes in this world besides Frenchmen, and as much glory to be gained in conquering them?
Would it not be a proud day for knight or squire if he could overthrow seven adversaries in the lists?
Yet here are we in the lists of life, and there come the seven black champions against us Sir Pride, Sir Covetousness, Sir Lust, Sir Anger, Sir Gluttony, Sir Envy, and Sir Sloth.

Let a man lay those seven low, and he shall have the prize of the day, from the hands of the fairest queen of beauty, even from the Virgin-Mother herself.

It is for this that these men mortify their flesh, and to set us an example, who would pamper ourselves overmuch.