People will think what they want to," he said quietly. Never take too much notice of it.

Idiots, Halt muttered. If we were here to cause trouble, we could simply ride them both down

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

Success tended to make the unorthodox acceptable

If and perhaps.... The language of procrastination and uncertainty. That's just people looking to justify their own lack of action.

They have terrified my poor wife and threatened my very person!" Halt eyed the man impassivley until the outburst was finished. Worse than that," he said quietly, "they've wasted my time.

Halt! How are you? What have you been doing? Where's Abelard? How's Crowley? What's this all about?" "I'm glad to see you rate my horse more important than our Corps Commandant," Halt said, one eyebrow rising in the expression that Will knew so well. Early in their relationship, he had thought it was an expression of displeasure. He had learned years ago that it was, for Halt, the equivalent of a smile.