When the knight spoke again, it was with a voice choked with sorrow.

What true knight would even speak so to a woman!

The knight spoke and raised his sword and the darkness retreated before him.

He glided forward, as the stray cat might have done, of which the fine knight had spoken, meaning to interrupt them.

The tall knight spoke softly though the door to the council chamber was closed and the guests within could not hear.

The other knight had spoken too quietly.

The older knight spoke with cold, bitter precision, and the three words cut Mathian off like a sabre blow.

I marvel, said Arthur, that the knight would not speak.

"You love..." The knight did not move or speak, but the pieces of the vase fell to the floor.

Galliott sat quietly while the knight spoke.