Was it your voice?
Aym. Now talk to me of fame!
Tell me of all my warlike ancestors,
And of my father’s death—that bitter death!
Never did pilgrim for the fountains thirst
As I for this day’s vengeance! To your field!
—I may not go!
Rai. (turning from him.) The name his race hath borne
Through a thousand battles—lost!
(Returning to Aymer.) A Chatillon!