Lymond, released, flung his head back and, viewing his winnings, gave them solemn dispensation to descend for the space of the dance. He asked for and obtained some chalk, and set to marking his and M...
Jerott?’ said Lymond. ‘What are you not saying?’ His eyes, as the orderly cavalcade paced through the muddy streets, had not left that forceful aquiline face since they met. And Jerott, Philippa saw w...
Jerott thought, acidly, that a slip of that dagger, if it happened, would save Francis Crawford a large sum of money.
It wasna a man,’ said Andrew Kerr broadly. ‘T’was my aunty. I tellt ye. I’m no risking cauld steel in ma wame for a pittance, unless all that’s mine is well lookit after—’ ‘An old lady,’ said Lord Gre...
It seems we are sparing no cliché. You impertinent oaf of a schoolboy.… It’s because you can’t have Francis Crawford that you want me. That’s all.
It had been a boy’s trick, Jerott remembered. Standing bareback on your father’s horses; somersaulting, chariot-riding. Francis, buried in books, had never publicly attempted it. What private practice...
Irregular relationships among a royal family and its adherents were a matter of course; often a matter of business; and only occasionally a matter of love.
Intentions, yours or anyone else's, don't matter; they never matter and never excuse.
In Sevigny, there was something so deep and so dangerous that it could barely be felt. But there was no music. And there was no laughter.
If you had asked me, I could have told you, without putting yourself to the trouble of experiment, that no one, saint or sinner, is likely to seduce Francis against his will. Unfortunately.
If you can repress for a moment your spinster-like longing to meddle in my affairs,’ said Lymond cuttingly, from the door, ‘I am waiting to go.
If he is tired, and they put a foot wrong, he will choose the one unmentionable response and make it. He did it last night.
If I can’t be personal, I don’t want to argue, said his hostess categorically. I may be missing your points, but you’re much too busy dodging mine.
I would have forgone even the body for the sake of the mind. And I would have claimed neither body nor mind, had I discovered a soul.
I will give you to Catherine. I will not give you to a hole in the ground.
I want you to slip it under Mademoiselle d’Albon’s chamber door. If she opens it and throws an axe at you, come and tell me. If not, you may go back to bed.
I should hesitate to attribute anything to him at the moment, even principles,’ said Lord Culter, smiling. ‘But you are free to try.
I have only to dismount, and be sick, and then I am, as ever, your man.
I do not know whether this man is a traitor or not, but he is an individualist, and in war the two are the same.
I devised a somewhat arbitrary way out of my own difficulties that evening.