'Two of ye unused to war, and the other an old soldier.

Ye have been pursued, I see!' 'How did you know that, then ?' asked Decimus Saxon.
'Ah, my friend, I too have served in my time.

My eyes are not so old but that they can tell when horses have been spurred to the utmost, nor is it difficult to see that this young giant's sword hath been employed in something less innocent than toasting bacon.

Your story, however, can keep.

Every true soldier thinks first of his horse, so I pray that you will tether yours without, since I have neither ostler nor serving man to whom I may entrust them.' The strange dwelling into which we presently entered had been prolonged into the side of the little hill against which it had been built, so as to form a very long narrow hall.