How many years hast thou, Hâkim?’Francis Crawford’s real age. Something the Dame de Doubtance had known and the girl Marthe had not. Something which, building up mastery over a strong and heterogeneou...
How do you take leave, for all time, of a brother?’‘You wish him well,’ Lymond said, ‘if that is what is in your mind. And you accept from him his understanding, and his pity, and his fellowship as he...
His tranquil smile deepened. ‘We shall meet in Malta, Jerott. Pray for us all. God has been good tonight.’ ‘Thompson has been rather splendid too,’ said Lymond cordially. and waved a cheerful farewell...
His lawté maid him presoner to be, And for the commoun proffet of the land He chesit him as presoner to stand. NICHOLAS DE FLEURY, immured with his charge on the English border at Upsettlington, had b...
He was not his own master when he left Russia,’ Sybilla said. ‘Nor was he his own master when you brought him to France. He is like a river forced into glass and driven from stem to stem of a conjurer...
He was a second too late. Ducking, the felt-capped man, muscles hard, dragged himself out of that grasp and, flinging off to one side, got his balance, glanced once at Jerott, and then darted off into...
He said, ‘Don’t. That is not a weapon for you. And it destroys what we have.’‘But I have nothing, yet,’ Philippa said. ‘And all the nicety is on your side. Which means I choose any weapon that suits m...
He remembered that clear, icy journey to Lampozhnya, and the sledges arching and hissing across the glittering axle tree of world.For a few days, what he had felt was pure happiness. And what Lymond h...
He never said what he meant. He never said what he meant.… All through their encounters, their clashes, their crossing of swords she had known that and learned a little to deal with it, and to transla...
He could have covered my mouth,’ said Jerott indignantly, sitting up with great success and giving Salablanca his hand.‘He didn’t want blood-poisoning,’ said Lymond callously. ‘Also he didn’t know you...
Gabriel,’ said Jerott firmly, ‘is now at Birgu, Malta, engaged in a life-and-death struggle for the Grand Mastership of the Order of St John. He is unlikely to spend a large part of his time arranging...
From the door, he glanced back, once, at the unresponsive wreck of the room. ‘Then God damn your soul!’ he said, and walked out.
For spirits one requires a strong head or else a weak brain, and I fear I possess neither.
For a moment, disconnected by the stitch in his side, he listened not to the sense but to the interplay of the two flexible voices, one masculine and light, one mellow and feminine, unreeling their st...
Evil the drink and ill the resting place. I am not, unfortunately, asleep.
Don’t you think you should retire again? The first retiral seems to have got mislaid.
Don’t wrest from me my repentance. A whoremonger, a haunter of stews, a hypocrite, a wretch and a maker of strife.
Don't you know, even yet, why I came back to Orkney? Rognvald said. Than Thorfinn looked up. Rognvald's gaze, waiting for his, took and sustained it. Thorfinn did not look away, but his face held no e...
Does anyone—Jerott?—know a nice clean strumpet who doesn’t have the pox and will sleep in my room tonight to discourage Richard? She needn’t stay beyond half an hour, and I don’t want to meet her.’‘An...
Do you swim? Hunt? Wrestle? I see. Can you use a crossbow? Your longest shot? Can you count? Read and write? Ah, the sting of sarcasm—Have we a scholar here? Then produce us a specimen, said Lymond. W...