"By Our Lady of Hartismere!" panted Sir Brian, "but thy left arm serves thee well, Benedict!" "'Tis fair, Brian, 'tis fair, God be thanked!" sighed Sir Benedict, eyeing his reeking blade, "though I missed my thrust 'neath yon gentle knight's gorget" "Yet shore clean through his helm, my lord!"

" Am I then called wicked by you because you suspect that I suspected something; and is he who openly displayed his reeking dagger, named by you that you may do him honour?