A pretext for a quarrel is balm to the soul of a hero.
"The mountains of Switzerland, my lord, are the graveyard of foreign soldiers," Max replied.

"Old Hapsburg Castle is a mere hawks' crag, as its name implies, and the half-score of mountain peaks my father lost with it are not worth the life of his humblest subject.

He loves his people, and would not shed their blood to soothe his wounded pride.

The man who makes war should fight in the front rank." "There is where I fight, young sir," returned Charles.
"The world knows that fact, my lord," responded Max.

"My father cannot fight at the head of his army, therefore, he makes war only in defence of his people's hearths.