But we are more like to hawk at the Spanish woodcock than at the French heron, though certes it is rumored that Du Guesclin with all the best lances of France have taken service under the lions and towers of Castile.

But, comrade, it is in my mind that there is some small matter of dispute still open between us." "'Fore God, it is sooth!" cried the other; "I had forgot it.

The provost-marshal and his men tore us apart when last we met." "On which, friend, we vowed that we should settle the point when next we came together.

Hast thy sword, I see, and the moon throws glimmer enough for such old night-birds as we.

On guard, mon gar.! I have not heard clink of steel this month or more." "Out from the shadow then," said the other, drawing his sword.