“Let's see---a prince defending your honor with his vast vocabulary and political competency---okay, maybe. But a rogue defending you with fists and bladed weaponry? No contest there!”
“Your Imperial Highness, will you do me the honor of this dance?" I turned to see Miechen's twelve-year-old son, Boris Vladimirovich, looking at me solemnly. "Of course," I said with a polite curtsy. Angels and ministers of grace, defend me.”
“The liar was the hottest to defend his veracity, the coward his courage, the ill-bred his gentlemanliness, and the cad his honor”
“Man only honors what he conquers or defends.”
“It’s your fault. I was defending you!” I blurted.He paused. “In protecting my honor, you exposed months of work. I should be flattered?”
“With a sword thou mayest kill thy father, and with a sword thou mayest defend thy prince and country.”