"The third, say you? How?—the first is the king."
"The second?" said the earl.
"His eminence the cardinal; but the third—who is he?"
"Who but Redhall, whom I would have sworn I heard one of those rogues cursing for sending them on such a devil's errand."
"Redhall!"
"Ay, doubtless; the great archpriest of judicial tyranny, the very spirit of oppression, who sits brooding over the people and the peers of Scotland—he whose villanous panders are gorged and overgorged with gifts of escheat from our forfeited possessions, and are ever needy and inexorable."
"Sayest thou so? then by Heavens I will have a sure assythement of him for this."
"What other assythement is requisite than a sword-thrust?"
"But, 'fore God! I am in no way this man's enemy," replied Roland.
"All whom the king loves are his enemies."