Here, boy, is my father's sword; it hasn't been used since Naseby, but it's a good blade.

Thou art a deft hand at quarterstaff and singlestick, though, and I doubt not that thy hands can guard thy head.

I need not say, Hugh Parsons, you will, if need be, die for thy master, for I know thou will do it, lad.

Now kiss thy mother, boy; and God speed you." A long embrace with his father and mother, and then Hugh, blinded by his tears, mounted his horse, and rode off in the track of Rupert.
After an hour's sharp riding he overtook him, at a wayside inn, just across the boundary between Derby and Leicestershire.
"Is it all right, Hugh ?" he asked, as Hugh drew up at the door.
"All right, Master Rupert.

Father has sent thee twenty-five pounds out of the rent that will be due at Lady day; and he doubts not that the colonel will approve of what he has done.