For this reason, he said, he had clad himself in the armour of another knight at Crecy, and in that guise accepted mercy at Hugh's hand, leaving de la Roche to die in his place beneath that same hand.

For this reason also he had commanded him, Nicholas, to bring about the death of Hugh de Cressi and his squire beneath the daggers of assassins in the streets of Venice, a fate from which they had been saved only by the wizard in the yellow cap, whom no steel could harm.
"The black-hearted villain!" hissed Dick.

"Well, for your comfort, holy priest, I'll tell you who that wizard is.

He is Death himself, Death the Sword, Death the Fire, Death the Helper, and presently you'll meet him again." "I knew it, I knew it," groaned the wretched man.

"Oh! such is the end of sin whereof we think so little in our day of strength." "Nay," broke in Hugh, "you'll meet, not the minister, but Him whom he serves and in His hand are mercies.