Aylward, you are a trusty soldier, for all that your shoulder has never felt accolade, nor your heels worn the gold spurs.
"So ends our quarrel, then," said Aylward, sheathing his sword.
"If you will but take me to the wars I will see to my own reward," said Aylward.
One, however, at the foot of the stairs was opened by Mrs. Aylward.
Aylward's words were speedily justified, for even as he spoke the two knights met in the centre of the lists.
