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 the wedding was wanted at Melrose—and Buccleuch, as Hereditary Bailie of the Abbey lands, had fewer objections than usual to any idea not his own—then the congregation had to come armed, that was a...
I wished to warn you about the scimitar cut, and also that your men may find it disconcerting when the Janissaries scream.’No more than amused at the tact, ‘I scream too,’ said Lymond gravely. ‘And lo...
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 told her grace that he might not marry the girl if she lost the use of her limbs or her dowry; but I couldn’t think of anything else that would deter him.
I told a lie. You must forgive me. I broke an oath, letting him perish. Should I have chosen him to survive, knowing his heritage?
I think you might come to forget, too, that life is more than a science.
I think it would be truer to say,’ Philippa said, ‘that both of us at the time had our reasons for hurting you.
I sometimes wonder,’ said Francis Crawford, ‘if I only exist to be sacrificed to.’Her heart beating strongly, she watched him. ‘Perhaps,’ she said. ‘But if you accept sacrifices, you must respond with...
I showed you your face in the mirror. It was not only the face of one who loves, but the face of one whose love is returned.
I should rather, Philippa, marry where there is no love than marry and find love turn to jealousy.
I shall let you know,’ Lymond said, ‘when I am ready to embrace you, and with what. In the meantime should you seek a favour, ask elsewhere.
I once heard a man speak, who had understanding, and the promise of vision. He was called the Master of Culter.
I have a feeling that someone is going to be malicious, and we may as well set them a standard. Shall we go in, lewd and rude, and provoke them?
I am here, Brethren in Christ, to lead you, every man, woman and little child of the Faith, to freedom. God in His mercy be praised.’ ‘Then God in His mercy has arranged that we should lead them from...
How old do you think he is?’ said Sybilla placidly. ‘To tell you the truth, I don’t want him hanging about my petticoats for the rest of my life. He is, you must admit, a little disruptive in the home...
He’d heard of this woman. The Dame de Doubtance, they called her: a madwoman and a caster of horoscopes. Gaultier gave her house-room and men and women came to her from all the known world and had the...
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 has to perfection, M. le Comte, the art of living his private life with as much public attention as possible.
He has the exact Crawford colouring.’‘Egg mimicry,’ said Lymond.