If anyone wants to take up his quarrel, Blaise Bure is his man.

If not, let us have an end of it.
Let someone find stalls for the gentlemen's horses before they catch a chill; and have done with it.

As for me," he added, and then he turned to us and removed his hat with an exaggerated flourish, "I am your lordship's servant to command." I thanked him with a heartiness, half-earnest, half-assumed.

His cloak was ragged, his trunk hose, which had once been fine enough, were stained, and almost pointless, He swaggered inimitably, and had led-captain written large upon him.

But he had done us a service, for Jean had no further trouble about the horses.