I will pledge thee the word of a man who fears God, that I will in no way dishonourable make use of that which thou tellest me.

An' that suffice not, I will go without thy help, trusting in God, who never made that mare to carry the enemy of the truth into the battle.' 'But what an' thou should take the staff of strife to measure thy doings withal?
That may then seem honourable, done to an enemy, which thou would scorn to do to one of thine own part, even if he wronged thee.' 'Nay, mother; but I will do nothing THOU wouldst think dishonourable--that I promise thee.

I will use what thou tellest me for no manner of hurt to my lord of Worcester or aught that is his.

But Lady is not his, and her will I carry, if I may, from Raglan stables back to Redware.' 'I am content.

Hearken then, my son.