"An ye are not able to see it, because of the influence of the veil, know that it is no cumbrous lance, but a sword--and I ween ye will not be able to avoid it." His visor was up; there was death in his smile.

I should never be able to dodge his sword, that was plain.

Somebody was going to die this time.

If he got the drop on me, I could name the corpse.

We rode forward together, and saluted the royalties.
This time the king was disturbed.