"Your prisoner is found to be a gentleman of birth and experience, and the leader of the assault last night.

He has already told us more than we had hoped, for which also we are beholden to you; and, indeed, my Lord Grey has been asking for you already." "I have, young sir," said a quiet and lofty voice; and Amyas saw limping from the inner tent the proud and stately figure of the stern deputy, Lord Grey of Wilton, a brave and wise man, but with a naturally harsh temper, which had been soured still more by the wound which had crippled him, while yet a boy, at the battle of Leith.

He owed that limp to Mary Queen of Scots; and he did not forget the debt.
"I have been asking for you; having heard from many, both of your last night's prowess, and of your conduct and courage beyond the promise of your years, displayed in that ever-memorable voyage, which may well be ranked with the deeds of the ancient Argonauts." Amyas bowed low; and the lord deputy went on, "You will needs wish to see your prisoner.

You will find him such a one as you need not be ashamed to have taken, and as need not be ashamed to have been taken by you: but here he is, and will, I doubt not, answer as much for himself.
Know each other better, gentlemen both: last night was an ill one for making acquaintances.

Don Guzman Maria Magdalena Sotomayor de Soto, know the hidalgo, Amyas Leigh!" As he spoke, the Spaniard came forward, still in his armor, all save his head, which was bound up in a handkerchief.
He was an exceedingly tall and graceful personage, of that sangre azul which marked high Visigothic descent; golden-haired and fair-skinned, with hands as small and white as a woman's; his lips were delicate but thin, and compressed closely at the corners of the mouth; and his pale blue eye had a glassy dulness.