Arthur Conan Doyle,
The White Company
“ I have been in sore need of you, Alleyne.” “God be with you, my fair lord!” the squire answered. “I trust that you have taken no hurt from all that you have gone through yesterday.” “Nay; I feel the fresher for it, Alleyne. It has eased my joints, which were somewhat stiff from these years of peace. I trust, Alleyne, that thou didst very carefully note and mark the bearing and carriage of this knight of France; for it is time, now when you are young, that you should see all that is best, and mould your own actions in accordance. ”
