I cannot be more fit to see the good father at any time than now; for life and I have taken farewell, as two travellers who have arrived at the crossway, where their roads separate." "It is well," said De Vaux slowly and solemnly; "for it irks me somewhat to say that which sums my message.

It is King Richard's pleasure that you prepare for instant death." "God's pleasure and the King's be done," replied the knight patiently.
"I neither contest the justice of the sentence, nor desire delay of the execution." De Vaux began to leave the tent, but very slowly--paused at the door, and looked back at the Scot, from whose aspect thoughts of the world seemed banished, as if he was composing himself into deep devotion.

The feelings of the stout English baron were in general none of the most acute, and yet, on the present occasion, his sympathy overpowered him in an unusual manner.

He came hastily back to the bundle of reeds on which the captive lay, took one of his fettered hands, and said, with as much softness as his rough voice was capable of expressing, "Sir Kenneth, thou art yet young--thou hast a father.

My Ralph, whom I left training his little galloway nag on the banks of the Irthing, may one day attain thy years, and, but for last night, would to God I saw his youth bear such promise as thine! Can nothing be said or done in thy behalf ?" "Nothing," was the melancholy answer.