Wenna followed us out. "You've done him some good, Clary, I have to say! He's got color in his cheeks, and he's stepping along as if he was sixty again," she told Goodwin as she walked us to the gate. "You'll come back?" "Of course," Goodwin said. "But thank Cooper for his improved spirits. Once he'd insulted her a few times, he was in the pink.

Don't you ever get tired of asking questions?' 'Never. They're mother's milk to me.

It's always better to attack than to defend," Coram had told her when they talked about fencing late at night. "Always. Ye don't win with defense--ye only hold the other feller off, or wear him down. Attack and have done with it!

What's dry?' 'Good question. Next question!

Well, laddie, if you've let an old buzzard like me hurt you confidence, you couldn't have had much in the first place.

My new knight mistress is famed for wielding sharp edges: Sword, Knife and Tongue!

If her rump were any stiffer, she'd break it every time she rides', I thought to Pounce. 'If she fell on the steps, they would never be able to put her together again', he replied.