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Grown men ought to know better, but we can be as foolish as children that way. As if denying what we fear will somehow make it any less true.

Richard and Hal and Joanna were strung out across the bailey, running as if their very lives depended upon speed. Geoffrey trailed in the rear, his a more measured pace. And as he watched them, Henry could hear again, with haunting clarity, his wife's bitter taunt. You've already lost what you value almost as much as your kingdom. You've lost your sons.

Henry: Hal has asked me twice if he may visit her, and sooner or later I must agree or he'll not forgive me. Jesu, how that lad can cherish a grievance! And I think Joanna is right. He probably would favor the idea. Willem: Yes, he probably would. *Hal was always one for the easy way. He's likely be relieved if he did not have to fret about his mother's welfare.

Joanna: Papa.. I do not understand why this is happening. Henry: Neither do I, lass. Neither do I.

Louis: Lord save us from the foolishness of the very young! Raoul: Manhood is not measured in years, my liege. Some reach it at an early age, whilst others... others never reach it at all.

Weigh each heart on its own, for how many of us would pass into the Afterlife if Osiris weighed our hearts with those of our akhu? It's true, I am the niece of a heretic. But if you are not responsible for your grandfather's crimes, why should I be? Who in this crowd has chosen their akhu? If that were possible, wouldn't we all be born into Pharaoh's family?

The happiest marriages are those uncomplicated by passion or love. Men, even the good ones, cannot be trusted with something as fragile as a woman's heart. They are much too careless.

The battle of Arsuf. The crusaders reached Jaffa only because of Richard's tactics. Nothing says it more than the quote from Baha al-Din, "God alone knows the depth of grief which filled the sultan's heart after this battle; our men were all wounded, some in their bodies, some in their spirits."

Sometimes a kind falsehood is better than a hurtful truth.

The Askedahls weren't so different from other people. We tried to hold our family together by ignoring what could break us apart.

He'd never known me to do something just for the grace of the moment. I lived for the retelling - the power of the story and the burnishing of memory.