Gilles made up his mind, and snapped, 'D'you write Latin?'Sometimes Jerott forgot that the blazon of chivalry, with all the status it once had carried, was no longer his. In any case, he had an incred...
Francis.… You are St Mary’s. You and no other. It sounds trite, but it is precisely true. I don’t know your secret. There is no spiritual bond between you and your company: no common faith, no rites,...
Francis Crawford’s face in this fleeting moment of privacy was filled with ungovernable feeling: of shock and of pain and of a desire beyond bearing: the desire of the hart which longs for the waterbr...
Faith, thought O’LiamRoe. And not a decent creature among them thought to say that the only rule in it is for a man to have a fine, steady seat for an elephant.
Disdainful of fur and fretful, privately, about the cost of his buttons, Jerott Blyth sat like the born horseman he was, and watched discreetly for trouble.
Determined to look on the bright side of things, Philippa collected her winnings, and ate them. ‘I don’t know,’ she said. ‘We’re a nice, representative group. I can do card-tricks, and you can train a...
Danny Hislop was not there, nor the artist called Blacklock. Riding between Lymond and the fresh-faced Knight of St John who did not like eagles, Chancellor asked after them. Ludovic d’Harcourt glance...
Considering Lymond, flat now on the bed in wordless communion with the ceiling, Richard spoke. My dear, you are only a boy. You have all your life still before you.On the tortoise-shell bed, his broth...
But you loved my father,’ he said. ‘And Eloise’s, of course. What was he like?’‘Like you,’ Sybilla said.‘And worth all this?’ Lymond said.‘Yes,’ said Sybilla. ‘Don’t you, of all people, know what love...
Boy,’ he said. ‘Listen to me, and learn the first lesson of man, the political animal. When you wage war, you wage it for ever. When war is over, it has never existed. There is a truce, and there will...
Au bout de la piste on trouve toujours ou le chameau ou le proprietaire du chameau . . .
As a man, this child would be one’s offering to the future races of men. The burden of his upbringing, wherever it fell: however tiresome or onerous, was of no importance compared with his living gras...
And, long since ashore with his men and his booty, Crawford of Lymond, man of wit and crooked felicities, bred to luxury and heir to a fortune, rode off serenely to Midculter to break into his new sis...
Although I despise the hanging jaw of hunger, I do not intend that the needy should look to me for their banquet.
Alec Guthrie looked into the domineering, incongruous eyes which showed something of impatience and something of regret and something, blatant and wounding, of sharp self-derision.‘Abandon your quest,...
You rode sixty miles through the night for a brother who doesn’t exist. I haven’t been here for four years. I have been growing and changing, somewhere else, with different people, speaking a differen...
Will he? said Lymond. Will you, Marigold?Brilliant, youthful face confronted restless one.A little, malicious smile crossed the Master’s face.Oh, no, he won’t, said Lymond confidently. He’s going to b...
Will he travel tomorrow?’They both gazed, united in fascination, at the insensible and manhandled person of the sacrosanct Voevoda Bolshoia. ‘I doubt it,’ said Ludovic d’Harcourt.But he did. He stirre...
Will Scott grinned. Grizel Beaton had slapped his face four times, and apart from these four small misjudgements, they had never touched on a topic more personal than which of Buccleuch’s bastards to...
Who in God's name do these rubies belong to?''You. But you wouldn't suit them,' said Philippa. 'Ffarewell Carboncle chosen chief. It's my husband-hunting equipment. What about you?' 'I don't hunt husb...