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Doyle, Arthur Conan, Sir, 1859-1930

"The White Company"

"
"My dear and honored master," cried Nigel, in great anxiety, "I
fear me much that in your gentleness of heart you are straining
this vow which you have taken. If there be so much as a shadow
of a doubt as to the form of it, it were a thousand times best----"
"Peace! peace!" cried the prince impatiently. "I am very well
able to look to my own vows and their performance. We hope to
see you both in the banquet-hall anon. Meanwhile you will attend
upon us with our train." He bowed, and Chandos, plucking Sir
Oliver by the sleeve, led them both away to the back of the press
of courtiers.
"Why, little coz," he whispered, "you are very eager to have your
neck in a noose. By my soul! had you asked as much from our new
ally Don Pedro, he had not baulked you. Between friends, there
is overmuch of the hangman in him, and too little of the prince.
But indeed this White Company is a rough band, and may take some
handling ere you find yourself safe in your captaincy."
"I doubt not, with the help of St. Paul, that I shall bring them
to some order," Sir Nigel answered.


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