Today it is our turn, tomorrow it may be someone else's.

We follow our chiefs, just as the northern clansmen do; and whether it is a Musgrave or a Baird, a Fenwick or an Armstrong, he is chief in his own hold, and cares neither for king nor earl, but fights out his quarrel as it may please him.

I am one of William Baird's men, and his quarrel is mine; and whether we ride against the King of Scotland or the King of England, against a Douglas or a Percy, an Armstrong or a Musgrave, it matters not the value of a stoup of ale." "That is so, Nigel, and so say we all.

But methinks that one may have a preference for one sort of fighting over another; and I, myself, would rather fight a matter out, man against man, than fall suddenly on a hold, where none are ready to encounter us." Roger, during a pause in the conversation at the other table, got up from his seat and stretched himself.
"Well, friend," he said to Oswald, "I will go up and see if they will make me welcome, at the hold.

If they do, I may see you no more.