Then: "No," he cried passionately.

"I will not do dishonour to my sword." And turning he made for the door, leaving me baffled.
"Go, sir," I shouted, "but fame shall stalk fast behind you.

Liar and craven will I dub you throughout the whole of France." He stopped 'neath the lintel, and faced me again.
"Fool," he sneered.

"You'll need dispatch to spread my fame so far.

By this time to-morrow you'll be arrested.