"I shall search the house from cellar to garret before I leave." "But you are on parole." "Damn the parole.

What do I care for a pledge given to a band of plundering outlaws?
And what do I care for Eric?
He chose for himself, and has no right to expect any mercy from me, and by all the gods, he'll receive none.

I half believe that attack last night was his planning, and that now you have him hidden away here.

Now listen to me! I do not desire to be harsh, but I'm a soldier.

My men are not armed, but there are enough out there to handle the servants barehanded.