Quotes About Trust

Sit down, Will. There's a good fellow," he said. "Yes, sir," replied Will, and Halt's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "He's never called me sir," he said. "Probably trying to get on my good side," Crowley replied. Halt nodded savagely. "Probably.

Halt Halt," said Gilan stepping out into the open.

Would you trust him with your life, Halt?" Gilan interrupted, and Halt looked up at him. "Yes," he said quietly. Gilan patted his shoulder once more. "Then trust him with his own," he said simply.

Tug looked nervously at his master. Horses aren't supposed to fly, he seemed to be saying.

You spoil your horse, Halt said. Will glanced at him. You spoil yours. Halt considered the thought, then nodded. That's true.

You're right, Halt,' she said, and he nodded acklowledgement of her backing down. 'Nice to hear someone else saying that for a change,' Will said cheerfully. 'Seems like I've said those words an awful lot in my time.' Halt turned a bleak gaze on him. 'And you've always been right.

Come closer, Kurokuma. It's quite safe.' Horace shuffled closer to the edge... 'Quite safe, my foot,' he muttered to himself. 'And what's this Kurokuma you keep calling me?' 'It's a term of great respect,' Shigeru told him. 'Great respect,' Shukin echoed.

And with his arm around the younger man's shoulders still, he led him away from the bow and back to the small group by the tiller. Halt glanced up as they approached, caught a look from Gilan and had a pretty good idea what they had been talking about. "Where have you two been?" he asked, his tone light. admiring the view," Gilan told him. "Thought you might need a hand from the two wisest heads on board.

Bear with me on this, Evanlyn. I know you're anxious about Horace." WIll was a little puzzled by Halt's words. "No more anxious than the rest of us, surely," he said. Halt turned away and raised his eyebrows as his gaze met Selethen's. Sometimes, he thought, his former apprentice could be remarkably slow on the uptake. He saw the Arridi's slow nod of understanding. ~Halt & Will about Evanlyn and Horace

Stig: 'Of course, she'll sail rings around Wolfswind,' Hal: 'Then why didn't you tell him that?' Stig: 'I like my head where it is.

Lend me your helmet

In a month, the passes into Teutlandt and Skanida will be open and my companion and I will be on our way." He paused and Philemon frowned, trying to understand what he was being told. You want us to come with you?" he asked, at last. "You expect us to follow you?" Halt shook his head. "I have no wish to ever see any of you again," he said flatly.

Sometimes, he thought, all you could do was wait.

You should have left him to wander," Svengal said coldly. Erak looked at him, eyebrows raised. "Would you?" he asked, and Svengal hesitated. At the end, Toshak had fought well and that counted for a lot of Skandians. "No," he admitted.

Shall I call the others back in?" He nodded. "Why ask me? It's all of you who are making the decisions.

You can always win points; winning people's respect is a lot more important.

If you only value my advice when I agree with you, you don't value it at all.

One man may be deceit. Two can be conspiracy. Three is the number I trust.

No," Hal said. "The sea is moving constantly and you have to make little adjustments to keep it going smoothly. You can't take it for granted." "Just like a friendship," she said smiling. And Hal nodded. "Maybe that's why the word ends in ship," he said.

Neither boy ever intended to speak about the events at the cliff that day. But of course their mothers eventually worked the truth out of them. Mothers always do.

What is this?" he asked. "Are you all conspiring against me? Even my horse?" It was the last three words that made Will smile. "We figured you mightn't listen to a healer, a Ranger, or a knight of the realm, "he said. "But if your horse agreed with them, you'd have no choice but to pay attention.

He looked up at Stig and Hal. 'Told you this one was a keeper.' Lydia flushed as the two boys smiled. 'Shut up. You make sure you do your stuff with those two overgrown dinner bowls you call shields.

Then he had run, unarmed and bleeding, trusting to the maze like confusion of the ruins to evade the monster behind him.

In the time she had been with him, she had never before heard him snore. "You're faking," she said. "No. I'm really fast asleep," came his voice from under the cowl.