Quotes About Friendship

It's a walking cart," Horace told him. "You get under it, so the spears won't hit you, and go for a walk.

What a brotherband!" he declared. "A thief, a touchy first mate, a shortsighted bear, a joker, two twins who can't tell each other apart, a bookworm and a skirl who doesn't know the right shape for a ship's sail." He beamed at all of them, then added, "I can't think of better qualities in a wolfship's crew.

I said you were Sir Horace of the Order of the Oakleaf," Halt told him, then added uncertainly, "At least, I think that's what I told him. I may have said you were of the Order of the Oak Pancake." Horace

Yes. A few weeks with people closer to his own age will do him good. After all, folk do say I can be a little grim from time to time." "You, Halt? Grim? Who could say such a thing?" Gilan said. Halt glanced at him suspiciously. Gilan was, all too obviously, just managing to keep a straight face. "You know, Gilan," He said, "sarcasm isn't the lowest form of wit. It's not even wit at all.

People always find it amusing when they see a friend suffering, Stig thought.

Karina and Tho-orn, sitting in a tree-ee. Kay-eye-ess-ess-eye-en-gee.

What did he do? Your friend, I mean?" he asked. "He puked into his helmet," Will said. "Extensively," Horace added. The

It was a joke, Thorn. That was all. Just a joke." "A joke, my friend? No, I don't think so. A joke is when everyone can have a good laugh together. But when you do something that's spiteful and hurtful and causes misery to someone else, that's not a joke. That's cruelty.

I'll think of you when I'm tucked up in a warm bed at Castle Araluen and you're all out sleeping in muddy ditches and drafty barns." A chorus of cheerful abuse met this comment

Once you best a man, never gloat. Be generous and find something in his actions to praise. He won't enjoy being bested, but he'll make a good face of it. Show him you appreciate it. Praise can win you a friend. Gloating will only ever make enemies.

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.

I'm his first mate," he said firmly. From the crowd below, they heard a cackle of laughter. "Good for you, boy! A first mate should always stick up for his skirl!" "Shut up, Svengal," Erak said, without looking.

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.

Halt glanced down at his friend's belt quiver. Like his own, it was empty. "Lost your arrows somewhere, did you?" he said, and the two of them laughed.

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That'll make Edvin happy. He's always keen to replenish our stocks of fresh meat whenever he can." "It'll make Ingvar happy too," Stig put in. "He's always keen to eat it.

If a person ever wanted to capture you three," she said, "he'd just have to bait the trap with a pot of coffee." Will nodded. "And we'd go gladly," he agreed.

You're lucky," Horace told him. "I dream of food when I'm hungry." "You dream of food when you're not hungry," his friend said.

They are. I'm pretty sure you'll like them. They're Skandians.

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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.

friend. It would be going too far to say that Erak was fond of the two youngsters. But they had won his respect. The Skandians were a warrior race who valued bravery and valour in battle above all else

You know, Horace," he said at length, "you used to be a most agreeable young man. Whatever happened to you?" Horace turned a wide grin on him. "I've spent too much time around you, I suppose," he said. And Halt had to admit that was probably true.

Misschien moeten we hem inderdaad maar onschadelijk maken, Will.' Ze zei het met enige aarzeling, maar zo rustig dat Will een beetje schrok. Hij bekeek haar nu met andere ogen, en besefte ineens dat zijn oude vriendin ook een zware opleiding en training achter de rug had, misschien wel net zo zwaar als die van hem.