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Portrait of Harold Lamb Harold Lamb The Making of the Morning Star… (1924)

As Hugo was silent, in surprize he added—
"Those who utter what they will not defend with their bodies, I do hold arrant cowards, recreant to their vows.”
Whipping out his sword, he placed the glove near its point and, leaning forward, tossed it deftly on Hugo's saddle-peak.
“By this do I challenge your grace, Hugo Amardis of Montserrat, to try by combat in this hour which of us be true and which be false.”
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Portrait of Harold Lamb Harold Lamb The Making of the Morning Star… (1924)

When Hugo's helm was laced on by a squire-at-arms, he summoned the captain of the guard and peered around the hall.
“In the fiend's name, where went the infidel? Seek him out—you, and you—and retrieve me his chain, or Piculph shall strip and flay you. He stood here but a moment agone——”
“The knave hath a rare trick of foretelling the mind of your Grace,” muttered Guiblo. “And his crony the English boar hath forsaken us as well. Methinks he bears you ill intent.”
“Nay, the youth is a wildling no more. You dared much when you miscalled him.
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Portrait of Harold Lamb Harold Lamb The Making of the Morning Star… (1924)

Rigid with fright, Mistress Bengli stumbled along the swaying arras and turned into an archway that brought them to a narrow hall. From the corners of her eyes she saw that Abdullah had his simitar in his left hand, and the gleam of bare steel sent a chill into her veins.
“It is not fitting, lady,” went on the minstrel, “that a man of Khar should loiter in the hall of the feasters when a battle is joined. So, pray that no man of yours shall meet with us, and lead me to the stables—nay, not into the light!”
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