He could bear the dying, but not the disappointment.

Horace normally didn't need anyone else to save his life. He was pretty skilled at doing it for himself.

The mace prodded Will in the back again. That little habit was starting to annoy him and he was tempted to take the weapon from the sergeant major and do a little prodding of his own.

Success tended to make the unorthodox acceptable

How can you stay so calm?" It helps if you're terrified.

I am the lord of Redmont Fief. He is my tenant. I am his commander. End of story. Ipso facto. Case-o closed-o.

Very impressive. Where did you learn that?" Made it up just now.