Have you not realized yet that he regards you as a man of that stamp? You are his holy war, Francis.’‘And yours?’ he said.He could see, in the swimming heat of the fire, that she was smiling. ‘Just war,’ she said.
Dorothy Dunnett
Have you not realized yet that he regards you as a man of that stamp? You are his holy war, Francis.’‘And yours?’ he said.He could see, in the swimming heat of the fire, that she was smiling. ‘Just war,’ she said.