"By canary," said brother Michael. "Canary is the only life preserver, the true aurum potabile, the universal panacea for all diseases, thirst, and short life. Your life was saved by canary."
"Indeed, reverend father," said Sir Ralph, "if the young lady be half what you describe, she must be a paragon: but your commending her for valour does somewhat amaze me."
"She can fence," said the little friar, "and draw the long bow, and play at single-stick and quarter-staff."
"Yet mark you," said brother Michael, "not like a virago or a hoyden, or one that would crack a serving-man"s head for spilling gravy on her ruff, but with such womanly grace and temperate self-command as if those manly exercises belonged to her only, and were become for her sake feminine."
"You incite me," said Sir Ralph, "to
