Jeffery Farnol,
The Geste of Duke Jocelyn
“ Hereat Sir Pertinax started so violently that his mail clashed and he stared about him eager-eyed but, finding himself quite alone, sighed and fell to reverie. “A woman?” said he aloud. “'Except it be a woman—'” THE VOICE: Aye—a woman, O craven soldier! SIR PERTINAX: Why here is strange echo methinks and speaketh—with her voice! THE VOICE: 'O voice so soft and full of sweet allure!' SIR PERTINAX: O voice beloved that might my dolour cure! ”
