“I had never heard it.”
“Few have.”
“The woman’s name?”
“Never ask it, sire; it will soon lie with her in the dust.”
“These are grim words.”
“Grim enough for the man of my own house,—my own familiar friend.”
“Mother of Christ,—your friend!”
“My brother in arms, sire.”
“The shedding of such blood seems like justice. Had I suffered thus—”
“Sire, you warm to my temper.”