Our Lady forgive me! And wherefore, knowing this, hold I these letters of credence so close to my face?
Take them, Sir Thomas--take them speedily!" Here he gave them at arm's-length, and with some appearance of haste, to the baron.

"But come, my Lord de Vaux," he continued, "wend we to the tent of this sick squire, where we shall learn whether this Hakim hath really the art of curing which he professeth, ere we consider whether there be safety in permitting him to exercise his art upon King Richard .-- Yet, hold! let me first take my pouncet-box, for these fevers spread like an infection.

I would advise you to use dried rosemary steeped in vinegar, my lord.

I, too, know something of the healing art." "I thank your reverend lordship," replied Thomas of Gilsland; "but had I been accessible to the fever, I had caught it long since by the bed of my master." The Bishop of Tyre blushed, for he had rather avoided the presence of the sick monarch; and he bid the baron lead on.
As they paused before the wretched hut in which Kenneth of the Leopard and his follower abode, the bishop said to De Vaux, "Now, of a surety, my lord, these Scottish Knights have worse care of their followers than we of our dogs.

Here is a knight, valiant, they say, in battle, and thought fitting to be graced with charges of weight in time of truce, whose esquire of the body is lodged worse than in the worst dog-kennel in England.