"My lord, five of the enemy are riding to the north wall, my lord."

The two lords ride until they reach the van, and the rolling downhill stretch below the mounted foreguard.

My lords, we shall ride there in the morning.

The major lords of Cor-well will ride here upon hearing of the news of my father's death.

Then, my lords, you ride at night as well.

But my lord is riding the whirlwind, with cloud banners flying.

Where a hundred other great lords who once rode tall?

He had been hunting rabbits when the lord and his lady rode by.

Why did my lord not ride with you, Morgaine?

"See to them all... the very best, mind, as if a fine lord and lady rode them."