Quotes About Lymond

Lymond surveyed the grinning audience with an air of gentle discovery. "Is there no work to be done? Or perhaps it's a holiday?

Whatever fascination Lymond held for her mother, it had no power at five in the morning.

Gabriel,' said Jerott firmly, 'is now at Birgu, Malta, engaged in a life-and-death struggle for the Grand Mastership of the Order of St John. He is unlikely to spend a large part of his time arranging esoteric disasters for his adversaries. He is far more likely to arrange to kill them stone dead.' 'All right. You go and get killed stone dead on that side of the garden, and I'll stick to this,' said Lymond.

What do you hope for that you haven't got? What can that child give you?' There was a little silence. 'A virgin audience for my riddles, I believe,' said Lymond thoughtfully, at length. 'But it certainly poses an ungallant question.

And isna Sybilla a wee love o' a bitch?' 'You say the nicest things about my mother,' said Lymond.

I find it so helpful," continued Lymond, "when some of my gentlemen have well-defined codes of conduct. It makes them more predictable.

Scott, deaf and enchanted in the gallery, and the whole row of pretty heads at his side saw the concerted rush on Lymond: his assailants downed him without malice and eighteen stones of Molly planted themselves on his chest. "A throw!" said Molly, and Lymond, half buried, gave a choked whoop of laughter and raised a defeated hand in signal to Tammas.

A smile, bracketing his still mouth, spread like bane over Lymond's pale face.

Unwanted, unasked, unwelcome as ever, here I am.' 'Again,' said Lymond.

Arrested for the second, whether in admiration for Lord d'Aubigny's inventiveness or in a kind of silent snort of hysteria at the prodigies expected of him—a condition, O'LiamRoe recognized, to which Lymond was all too prone—Francis Crawford was off guard for the one moment that mattered.

Meanwhile, until the snow comes, we had better keep Master Chancellor and his party entertained.' 'Tartar women?' said Fergie helpfully. 'Danny Hislop …' 'Healthy physical exercise,' said Lymond tartly.

I have a suggestion in that case,' said Lymond. 'You two have the orgy, and I'll keep the drinker's headache.

Blaspheme if you must,' said Blyth wearily. 'You'll get your wages all right. You'll survive.' 'I'm not going to die of laughing at any rate,' said Lymond, and Blyth nearly lost his temper again.

I," said Lymond, in the voice unmistakably his which honeyed his most lethal thoughts, "I am a narwhal looking for my virgin. I have sucked up the sea like Charybdis and failing other entertainment will spew it three times daily, for a fee.

That was your son, man, who went out just now ... What better proof do you want? That and his looks … and his guts.' 'Thank you,' said Lymond. 'If that is a compliment.

Lymond is back." It was known soon after the Sea-Catte reached Scotland from Campvere with an illicit cargo and a man she should not have carried. "Lymond is in Scotland." It was said by busy men preparing for war against England, with contempt, with disgust; with a side-slipping look at one of their number. "I hear the Lord Culter's young brother is back." Only sometimes a woman's voice would say it with a different note, and then laugh a little.

We don't go near the bridge,' said Lymond peacefully. 'Excuse me,' said Fergie Hoddim. 'How can you wreck a fine bridge without going near it?' 'By sending something else near it instead,' Lymond said. 'An ox to Jupiter, a dog to Hecate, a dove to Venus, a sow to Ceres, a fish to Neptune. What, instead of Fergie Hoddim, shall we sacrifice?

Lymond said suddenly, 'As alternatives, they leave a lot to be desired. Could no one bring us some raki? If we must have a wake let us make it a happy one. Heureux qui, comme Ulysse, a fait un beau voyage. Let's have Jerott's form of decadence for a change.' Jerott said, 'Francis, shut up.

But I,' said Lymond, 'am one of the new apostles, seeking nothing but voluptuousness and human pleasures, and abusing the world.…

Lymond, left to speak first, said agreeably, Quite so. I, King of Flesh, flourishing in my flowers. Come in. I am sensible, sober, and have no designs on your virtue.

I wished to warn you about the scimitar cut, and also that your men may find it disconcerting when the Janissaries scream.' No more than amused at the tact, 'I scream too,' said Lymond gravely. 'And louder. But it is kind of you to advise.

Lymond was drawing long breaths now, his hands forced back rigid behind him, driven into the lime of the wall. 'That is as far as I go,' he said flatly. 'I have never in my life subjected you to this kind of inquisition about your purpose, your doings or your relationships. I have answered you fairly enough.

It partook,' said Kate, 'of the nature of a full-scale cursing against one Crawford of Lymond, but whether for sins of omission or commission is not entirely clear.

What intelligent remedy, like jumping in the river, do you suggest if we find this man Lymond irreconcilably dreadful?