This holy monk, Sir Andrew Arnold, has reputation throughout Europe, and, though he seems so humble, because of his wisdom is in the counsel of many great men whose fathers or grandfathers were guided by him long ago.

Commit what crime you will, dip yourself to the lips in blood, and you may find forgiveness, but touch not an ancient and acknowledged sanctuary of the Church, since for this offence there will be none." "What then, Nicholas?
Must I give up the chase and fly?
To speak truth, things seem to threaten me.

Why has that Hugh twice called me traitor?
Have any of my letters fallen into strange hands, think you?
I have written several, and you know my mission here." "It is possible, lord; all things are possible, but I think not.

I think that he only draws the bow at a hazard, which is more than Grey Dick does," he added with a chuckle.

"These brute English hate us French, whom they know to be their masters in all that makes a man, and traitor to their fool king is the least of the words they throw at us." "Well, priest, my mother was English, as my wife will be.