He shall fight with his own weapons; it was his privilege to choose them and bring them.

If he has erred, on his head be it." "Knight!" said the king.

"Thou'rt overwrought with passion; it disorders thy mind.

Wouldst kill a naked man ?" "An he do it, he shall answer it to me," said Sir Launcelot.
"I will answer it to any he that desireth!" retorted Sir Sagramor hotly.
Merlin broke in, rubbing his hands and smiling his lowdownest smile of malicious gratification: "'Tis well said, right well said! And 'tis enough of parleying, let my lord the king deliver the battle signal." The king had to yield.

The bugle made proclamation, and we turned apart and rode to our stations.