"Will looked up angrily, shaking his head in disbelief.
Will you shut up? he said tautly.
Horace shrugged in apology. ‘I’m sorry’ he said, I sneezed. A person can’t help it when they sneeze.
Perhaps not. But you could try to make it sound a little less like an elephant trumpeting in agony; Will told him.
The Siege of Macindaw
"You know the old saying: ‘one riot, one Ranger.’”
The saying stemmed from a legendary event in the past. A minor fief had risen up against their cruel and avaricious lord, with hundreds of people surrounding his mano house, threatening to burn it to the ground. The panicked nobleman’s message for help was answered by the arrival of a single Ranger. Aghast, the nobleman confronted the solitary figure.
They sent one Ranger?” he said incredulously. “One man?”
How many riots do you have?” the Ranger replied.
On this occasion, however, Duncan was not inclined to be swayed by a legend. “I have a new saying,” he replied. “One daughter, two Rangers.”
Two and a half,” Will corrected him. The King couldn’t help smiling at the eager young face before him.
Don’t sell yourself short,” he said. “Two and three-quarters.