"I would I were--I would I were but strong enough to dash thy brains out with my battle-axe!" "I would you had the strength, my liege," said De Vaux, "and would even take the risk of its being so employed.

The odds would be great in favour of Christendom were Thomas Multon dead and Coeur de Lion himself again." "Mine honest faithful servant," said Richard, extending his hand, which the baron reverentially saluted, "forgive thy master's impatience of mood.

It is this burning fever which chides thee, and not thy kind master, Richard of England.

But go, I prithee, and bring me word what strangers are in the camp, for these sounds are not of Christendom." De Vaux left the pavilion on the errand assigned, and in his absence, which he had resolved should be brief, he charged the chamberlains, pages, and attendants to redouble their attention on their sovereign, with threats of holding them to responsibility, which rather added to than diminished their timid anxiety in the discharge of their duty; for next, perhaps, to the ire of the monarch himself, they dreaded that of the stern and inexorable Lord of Gilsland.

[Sir Thomas Multon of Gilsland.].