"Now she 's my wife." "You'll find that the Court of High Commission will not agree with you." My rapier lay across my knees, and I ran my hand down its worn scabbard.
"Here 's one that agrees with me," I said.

"And up there is Another," and I lifted my hat.
He stared.

"God and my good sword!" he cried.

"A very knightly dependence, but not to be mentioned nowadays in the same breath with gold and the King's favor.

Better bend to the storm, man; sing low while it roars past.