“If fight you must, run a course against each other with blunted spears, since they won’t grant us sharp ones, more’s the pity.”
“The youngster should learn to govern his temper.”
“Nay, he did not begin it.”
The last speaker was Hubert.
Martin had walked away into the wood, as if he neither expected nor asked justice from his companions, and Hubert followed him.
“There they go together.”
“Two boys, each without a second name.”
“But after all,” said Louis, “I like Hubert better for standing up for his friend.”
“They are queer friends, as unlike as light and darkness,” said Drogo.
“Talking of darkness reminds one of your eyes, they are—”