Quotes About Trust

Hal answered him. "We're as sure as we can be. The guard captain said he found a ball of yellow glass. What else could it be?" Jesper shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe a ball of yellow glass?

Halt sighed in exasperation. "What is it with you Araluens? Are you all afraid of a little fall?" He began hauling the rope up, coiling it over his shoulder as it came. "It's not the fall that bothers me," said Duncan. "It's the sudden stop at the end.

Halt, for his part, said nothing. But when Will turned to look at his mentor, the grizzled Ranger met his eye, and simply nodded. And that, Will knew, was the equivalent of three hearty cheers from Halt.

What if Halt were wrong?

Aye! Claiming to be able to keep Mountshannon safe. Funny how religious folks like that say their god will protect them—right up until someone hits them with a club." "Still

I don't plan to miss," she said. Will shrugged. "Nobody ever does.

So, you'll be heading back to Castle Araluen tomorrow?" Halt asked. Gilan regarded him, head cocked to one side. "That's what it says here," he said, tapping the dispatch. "But how could you have known that?" Halt smiled. "Just a lucky guess," he said.

Halt nodded at him gratefully. "Exactly. We need to elelct a leader - and give him the power to make decisions and the authority to have those decisions obeyed and carried through. Otherwise we're like a band of headless chickens." "But dangerous chickens nonetheless," Leander said with a faint smile.

Halt nodded at him gratefully. "Exactly. We need to elect a leader - and give him the power to make decisions and the authority to have those decisions obeyed and carried through. Otherwise we're like a band of headless chickens." "But dangerous chickens nonetheless," Leander said with a faint smile.

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.

When Erak was safely out of earshot, Stig turned to his friend. "Of course, she'll sail rings around Wolfwind," he said. "Then why didn't you tell him that?" Hal asked, grinning. "I like my head where it is.

John Flanagan

Pi' o' the li'er,' he said and for a moment Will frowned, trying to decipher the words. Then he had it. When he had left Shadow with Trobar, he had told the giant, 'If she ever has pups, I want the pick of the litter.' 'Pick of the litter?' he translated now and Trobar beamed, holding the little, squirming shape out to him. 'For you, Wi' Trea'y.

A Ranger carries the lives of two dozen men with him, the old saying went. Edwina thought then that John Buttle might need to watch his

Just wanted you to know, there's been no . . . funny business between me and your mam. No . . . hanky-panky, if you know what I mean?" For

Gilan saw his face set in determined lines as he clenched his teeth tightly. The fact that the interruption coincided with a larger than usual lurch from Wolfwind was lost on the younger Ranger. He cast a worried look at his old teacher. Halt had loomed large in his life for years. He was indefatigable. He was all-knowing. He was the most capable man Gilan had ever known. He was also seasick. It was something that always

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.

John Flanagan

Hij zegt dat je geleerd hebt je mond te houden als iemand op je hand gaat staan,' zei hij, terwijl hij bloedserieus naar het bericht keek. 'Ik ben blij dat je dat nu kunt... Hij zegt ook dat ik trots op jou mag zijn.' Ze keek hem weer aan. Zijn gezicht was ondoorgrondelijk en de stilte die er viel begon wel erg lang te duren. Uiteindelijk kon ze zich niet meer inhouden. 'En ben je dat ook?' flapte ze eruit. Will glimlachte. 'Zeker wel. Heel trots zelfs.

Finally, he made out Hal and pointed to him. "You! On your feet! The Gatmeister wants to talk to you." Hal began to rise, but Ingvar laid a warning hand on his arm. "Don't go, Hal," he said urgently. Hal smiled at him and gently disengaged himself. "It's all right, Ingvar. Talking can't hurt." He had no idea how wrong he was.

Believe you are unseen and it will be so.

Nobody can shee me," she cackled. "Trusht the cloak." Which profound witticism set them all off once more. "What the blistering blazes do you think you're doing?

Although I'm sure you're not an impostor.

Including a nice, expensive new sheepskin vest," Thorn told him. Hal nodded several times. "Well, of course. That's first on the list." "Really? I'd like to see that list," Thorn said. Hal tapped his forehead with one finger. "It's all up here in my head," he said. "But sheepskin vest is the first item there. Trust me." "I did that once," Thorn replied. "Look where it got me.