If they place the sun in my right hand and the moon in my left and ask me to give up my mission, I will not give it up until the truth prevails or I myself perish in the attempt.
I wrote you.’‘I didn’t get it,’ said Archie.‘I wrote Applegarth as well,’ said Adam angrily.‘He didn’t get it either. He’s away for a day or two. Jesus,’ said Archie, ‘are ye not keen to come in? You...
I wonder if there exists any other man, even at this Court, who has to be restrained day and night to preserve a girl’s honour?
I take back the more personal insults if you will take back your arm without putting it to impious uses.
I have nothing to lose,’ Marthe said. ‘So nothing can harm me.
I have lost you before I have found you.
I had a sense, I believe, of indebtedness. But someone trussed it in black felt and kicked it to death, as the Turks do.
I don’t like to see things done badly on either. At the moment, I am tired of journeys. It is time I arrived somewhere.
He is not immutable. No man can be.
Every ruin is packed like a biscuit box.
And, knowing their parentage now, you could see Sybilla in both her sons; but more clearly still, the legendary presence of the first baron Crawford of Culter: blurred through two generations in the s...
And here, above the valley of Yarrow, Lord Culter and his brother and twenty men from Midculter in their wedding finery with, thank God, half armour beneath, waited to intercept the English army on it...
Belongs to M. de St Pol. I think he has a great deal of ingenuity, but today he is not
You need bed and a hot drink and a little less fluent self-pity.
What we choose to do then is nothing?’ said Lymond, and his face was not pleasant. ‘I have taken far too long as it is to face the consequences of my actions. You must not unlearn me my lesson. I have...
We have reached the open sea, with some charts; and the firmament.
Try to remember.… There is a difference between absence and death. And you are needed.
Today,’ said Lymond, ‘if you must know, I don’t like living at all. But that’s just immaturity boggling at the sad face of failure. Tomorrow I’ll be bright as a bedbug again.
To the devil with your pearldrops and your parroty manners. A filled mind and an apt wit will earn you all the respect any man has the means to deserve.
There was a space, during which, of the five men and women standing or kneeling about Francis Crawford, only one watched him. Then Lymond said clearly, ‘On my honour, I promise it.