It hath ever grieved me that I had not his name, for he smote upon me with a mace and went upon his way ere I was in condition to have much speech with him; but his arms were an allurion in chief above a fess azure.

I was also on such an occasion thrust through the shoulder by Lyon de Montcourt, whom I met on the high road betwixt Libourne and Bordeaux.

I met him but the once, but I have never seen a man for whom I bear a greater love and esteem.

And so also with the squire Le Bourg Capillet, who would have been a very valiant captain had he lived." "He is dead then ?" asked Alleyne Edricson.
"Alas! it was my ill fate to slay him in a bickering which broke out in a field near the township of Tarbes.

I cannot call to mind how the thing came about, for it was in the year of the Prince's ride through Languedoc, when there was much fine skirmishing to be had at barriers.
By St.Paul! I do not think that any honorable cavalier could ask for better chance of advancement than might be had by spurring forth before the army and riding to the gateways of Narbonne, or Bergerac or Mont Giscar, where some courteous gentleman would ever be at wait to do what he might to meet your wish or ease you of your vow.