The two brothers lay at the front of the church, impossibly still.

"If you or your brother lay a hand on her, I guarantee it will be the last thing either of you ever do."

The brothers remained all night in the refectory and lay upon the floor.

The woman's brother lay beyond treatment, dying from a wound received when he tried to attack the rapist.

Moreover, a dozen brothers who had not been with us lay scattered around the chamber.

As he was born, his two-year-old brother lay dying in another room.

His brother lay in a coma, weakened and extremely close to death.

My brother lay on his back beside an overturned brazier.

His brother lay facedown on the floor in the middle of the room.

My older brother and I immediately laid siege to our mother to let us go.