“Sometimes; but you—”
“I?”
“You—who were so strong, messire; you—who feared nothing!”
He stretched out his arms before her, the sword sweeping the air.
“Before God—the whole fault was not mine!”
“And why not yours, Bertrand du Guesclin?”
“They were against me—those great captains; what was I to them?—a dog to be kicked when the meat scorched on the spit.”
“And then?”
“They took my honor from me. Was not that enough?”
“No man need lose his honor, even though the whole world calls him liar.”