Quotes About Squires

Incidentally the squires scrambled in Boston for the state funds which might be distributed among their banks as patronage. They asked little else. Postmasters and the court house officials were of the lower orders. But the squires supported them and required a sort of political military service from them. Thus the squirearchy reigned feudally in a capitalistic democracy

I am the great terror of the squires, they seem to be seized with a sort of bucolic mania in dealing with me.

We're multigenerational Squires. (Carl) Which means what? You prance around with tinfoil armor and plastic swords pretending to be knights? (Nick)

Then who shot me? (Zarek) One of them idiot Squires. Hell if I know which one. They all kind of look alike when they're not yours. (Jess)

Well, Lord Debonair and Lady Lethal, if we can have a minute of your time, we do have a psycho to hunt. (Allen) (Jess glared over his shoulder at Allen, but before he could comment, Syra shot another bolt from her crossbow. Allen went flying and landed flat on his back in the snow. Syra walked over to him and stared down.) I don't particularly like Squires and I really hate the Blood Rites. So save yourself some pain and don't speak to me again. (Syra)

Battles in Micronesia were so pitched and bloody that Gilbertese warriors would outfit themselves head to foot with doormat-thick armor fashioned from coconut hulls. On top of the significant humiliation of making one's entrance onto the battlefield looking like an enormous macramé planter was the fact that the armor was so bulky that it required the assistance of several squires to help maneuver you.

And therein were many knights and squires to behold, scaffolds and pavilions; for there upon the morn should be a great tournament: and the lord of the tower was in his castle and looked out at a window, and saw a damosel, a dwarf, and a knight armed at all points.

Look at these oafs, Ned. My wife insisted I take these two to squire for me, and they're worse than useless. Can't even put a man's armor on him properly. Squires, they say. I say they're swineherds dressed up in silk." Ned only needed a glance to understand the difficulty. "The boys are not at fault," he told the king. "You're too fat for your armor, Robert.

The funny thing is, they'll all go," said Raffix with a smile. "All the knights and all the squires promoted to replace them. Every last one of them." He smiled ruefully. "Even me." "But why?" said Quint. "I mean, if you doubt Hax..." "Because, my dear chap, this is the Knights Academy," Raffix replied. "We were born to stormchase.