But the most notable thing in him was his thick golden hair, whence La Hire had named him "Capdorat," because he was so blond, and right keen in war, and hardy beyond others.

And here he was challenging me, who stood before him in a prentice's hodden grey! "Sir," I said, "I could wish you a better quarrel, but not more courtesy.
Many a gentleman seeing me such as I am, would bid me send, ere he crossed swords with me, to my own country for my bor-brief, {18} which I came away in too great haste to carry with me.

Nay, I was but now to set forth and buy me a sword and other accoutrements; natheless, from the armoury here they may equip me with sword and body armour." "Of body-armour take no thought," he answered, "for this quarrel is of a kind that must needs be voided in our smocks"; he meaning that it was "a outrance," till one of us fell.
Verily, now I saw that this was not to be a matter of striking sparks from steel, as Robin and I had done, but of life and death.
"I shall be the more speedily at your service," I made answer; and as I spoke Randal and Robin came forth from the "dedans," the sport being over.

They joined me, and I told them in few words my new business, my adversary tarrying, cap in hand, till I had spoken, and then proclaiming himself Aymar de Puiseux, a gentleman of Dauphine, as indeed my friends knew.
"I shall wait on you, with your leave, at the isle in the river, where it is of custom, opposite the booths of the gold-workers," quoth he, "about the hour of noon"; and so, saluting us, he went, as he said, to provide himself with friends.
"Blood of Judas!" quoth Robin, who swore terribly in his speech, "you have your hands full, young Norman.

He is but now crept out of the rank of pages, but when the French and English pages fought a valliance of late, under Orleans, none won more praise than he, who was captain of the French party." "He played a good sword ?" I asked.
"He threw a good stone! Man, it was a stone bicker, and they had lids of baskets for targes." "And he challenges me to the field," I said hotly, "By St.Andrew! I will cuff his ears and send him back to the other boys." "Norman, my lad, when were you in a stone bicker last ?" quoth Randal; and I hung my head, for it was not yet six months gone since the sailors and we students were stoning each other in North Street.
"Yet he does play a very good sword, and is cunning of fence, for your comfort," said Randal.