"I have friends in France--friends high in power who lack neither the means nor the will to aid me.

You are a soldier, Jocelyn." "As much a soldier as I'm a saint," sneered Hogan to himself.
"Together we will find service in the armies of Louis," Crispin pursued.
"I promise it.

Service wherein you shall gain honour and renown.

There we will abide until this England shakes herself out of her rebellious nightmare.

Then, when the King shall come to his own, Castle Marleigh will be ours again.