Dick, that knave Acour sent only insolent words in answer to my challenge, which I despatched to him by the knight I took and spared at Caen." "Why should he do more, master?
He can find plenty of ways of dying without risking a single combat with one whom he has wronged and who is therefore very dangerous.

You remember his crest, master--a silver swan painted on his shield.

I knew it, and that is why I shot that poor fowl just before you killed young Clavering on the banks of Blythe, to teach him that swans are not proof against arrows.

Watch for the swan crest, master, when the battle joins, and so will I, I promise you." "Ay, I'll watch," said Hugh grimly.

"God help all swans that come my way.