"There was a time when I had to make a choice between doing the honorable thing and the dishonorable thing, having already done more than the devil’s own share of dishonorable things.  I chose to do the honorable thing.  I shall regret it until I die."

“Eirik!” Sigefrith cried with joy. – “Raedwald!” Cenwulf groaned. – “Three people I don’t know!” Alred added gleefully.

Well, a Scot was only a man, after all, under the kilts. – “You expected to see a wolf’s pelt?” he whispered.

“I’m sorry, Dunstan,” she said in the best Princess voice she could muster, “but I don’t think I can.”

“Whisht!” he said, and closed her mouth with a kiss.

“But we were careful…” – “What’s that supposed to mean?  ‘Careful’ is leaving that poor lamb alone!  ‘Careful’ is cutting it off and putting it in a locked box!”

"Oh, get out of my way, you useless baggages!  What would have you her do, Lili?  Cross her legs and hold it in?"

"Tell me your water did not just break!"

“It’s our last alone together I mean,” she said with her sweet smile.  “Soon we shall be three.  You’re growing as superstitious as I, my darling boy.”

“I might as well give myself up, if my only defenders are a giddy blonde and a knight who runs around his friends’ castles in his underpants.  Unless that’s your sword you’ve got in there, sir.”