Jan-Maat’s Reviews > Ivanhoe > Status Update

For my vow, said the Templar, our Grand Master hath granted me a dispensation. & For my conscience, a man that has slain 300 saracens, need not reckon up every little failing, like a village girl at her first confession upon Good Friday eve.
Thou knowest best thine own privileges, said De Bracy. Yet, I would gave sworn thy thought had been more on the old usurer's money bags,than on the black eyes of the daughter.

...how sayst thou, De Bracy? What thinkst thou of gaining fair lands and livings, by wedding a Saxon, after the fashion of the followers of the Conqueror?
If the lands are to my liking, my Lord, answered De Bracy, it will be hard to displease me with a bride...

Such a romantic

The marshals of the field, who, guessing the cause of Ivanhoe's swoon, had hastened to undo his armour, and found that the head of a lance had penetrated his breastplate, and inflicted a wound in his side.

Great detective work marshals!