"Now, this is not handsome of you," Camoys began. "I warn you that
people will speak harshly of us if we lose this opportunity of gaining
honor. And besides, the woman will be burned. Plainly, you owe it to
all three of us to fight."
"--but I refer my cause to God. I am quite at your service."
"No, my Osmund!" Dame Alianora then cried. "It means your death."