To Have & To Hold by Mary Johnson Chapter 9 Page 19

My rapier lay across my knees, and I ran my hand down its worn scabbard. “Here ‘s one that agrees with me,” I said. “And up there is Another,” and I lifted my hat.

He stared. “God and my good sword!” he cried. “A very knightly dependence, but not to be mentioned nowadays in the same breath with gold and the King’s favor. Better bend to the storm, man; sing low while it roars past. You can swear that you did n’t know her to be of finer weave than dowlas. Oh, they’ll call it in some sort a marriage, for the lady’s own sake; but they’ll find flaws enough to crack a thousand such mad matches. The divorce is the thing! There’s precedent, you know. A fair lady was parted from a brave man not a thousand years ago, because a favorite wanted her.