Quotes About Loyalty

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.

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.

Of course you love her!" he'd replied. "She's been your best friend since you both could walk, and now she's grown up to be beautiful, talented, intelligent and witty. What's not to love about all that?

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.

I don't snore," Horace said, with dignity. Will raised his eyebrows."Is that so?" he said. "Then in that case, you'd better chase out that colony of walruses who are in the tent with you.

So we've written a saga," he said. "The Saga of Hal and the Heron Brotherband." "Oh Gorlog help us," Hal muttered.

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

Halt regarded him. He loved Horace like a younger brother. Even like a second son, after will. He admired his skill with a sword and his courage in battle. But sometimes, just sometimes, he felt an overwhelming desire to ram the young warrior's head against a convenient tree.

Will to Gundar: I'm looking for fighting men. I plan to sack a castle, and I hear you people are rather good at that.

He hesitated a moment, shifted the load to his left arm and mimed a sword stroke in the air. Crowley looked over his shoulder at the serving boy with some concern. "Planning on beheading me, are you?" he asked. Rafe smiled at him. "No sir, Ranger. Just getting the right side, like. Just shift yourself over while I put these down, before I forget which side is which, now." Crowley

You know us Rangers," Gilan replied. "We're notoriously bad when it comes to obeying orders.

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

Halt seemed more antagonized by the fact that his brother didn't like coffee than by the fact that he had stolen the throne from him.

I'll take your tent," Horace said. "You can sleep on the hard ground, rolled in your cloak. You're a Ranger, after all.

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.

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.

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.

Kloof barked excitedly and Stig hurried to grab her collar before she could go after Wulf and fetch him.

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.

John Flanagan