Methinks thou Shouldst leave a quoteth hereth

[Lynne]

Please post a quote from your Medieval book. Either page 46, your favorite quote or one that you think best represents the book.

[Lyn (Readinghearts)]

Or what?? you will behead us??

[Lynne]

I'll marry you first and then behead you!

[Lyn (Readinghearts)]

Got a Henry complex, do you? ;P

[Lyn (Readinghearts)]

The Borgia Bride by Jeanne Kalogridis:

'Sancha, Sancha," my grandfather said, not unkindly. "We have already informed Caetani of the arrangements; in fact, we have already found him a suitable wife. But you must do what is best for the Crown. And this is an infinitely better match. The Borgias are wealthy beyond anything that you have ever seen. Best of all, the marriage contract states that you will both live in Naples.' He gave me a small wink, to show me that he had done this for my benefit; he had not forgotten my attachment to [my brother] Alfonso.

I stared at my father, my heartbreak spilling forth as fury. 'You have done this,' I charged, 'because you knew I loved Onorato. You could not stand to see me happy. I will not marry your Cesare Borgia; I spit on his name.'

[Tara]

Hush: An Irish Princess' Tale by Donna Jo Napoli

He laughs. "But that will come later. For now...draw your mind back fifty years." With flat, open hands, he makes circles in the air over his right shoulder, going back, back, back in time. "A hundred years, three hundred years, to the year 600, to the dense forests, the primeval forests. Are you there? Listen. You hear birds, insects, the swish of animals through the leaves. Listen. Can you hear laughter? Can you hear the merriest laughter you have ever imagined?"
I hear it.
That's Finn. Finn and his warriors rule this forest."

[KarenF]

Mistress of the Art of Death by Ariana Franklin

It was...he remembered now. A vagabond woman had gone into a difficult labor at the priory gates, and Brother Theo, the priory infirmarian, had perforce attended her. Next morning, when he and Theo had visited mother and baby, he wondering which would be most ashamed by their encounter - the woman, who'd revealed her most intimate parts to a man during the birth, or the monk, who'd had to involve himself with them.

Neither. No embarrassment. They had looked on each other with pride.

So it was now. The bright brown eyes regarding him were briskly without sex, those of a comrade-in-arms; he was her fellow soldier, a junior one perhaps; they had fought against the enemy together and won.

[Dee]

reading The Prince right now and in part XIV - he states" and therefore a prince, who does not understand the military, besides other unhappiness, cannot, as was said, be esteemed by his soldiers nor have trust in them...

for me this is interesting considering the US government right now and the budget debacle...

[Susan]

from The Minstrel in the Tower:

Finally Roger felt the bottom. As he lay panting on the ground among the rubble, thankful to be alive, he thought of Alice, out in the forest somewhere. he was the brave one, and she was counting on him. Simon and Odo must not discover that she was gone.

[Susan]

from The Hermit of Eyton Forest:

"She wants to marry me off," said Richard, "to get hold of the manors either side of mine. And not even to a proper bride. Hiltrude is old -- at least twenty-two ..."

"A venerable age," agreed Hyacinth gravely.

"But even if she was young and pretty I don't want her. I don't want any woman. I don't like women. I don't see any need for them."

[Susan]

from The Name of the Rose:

I trembled, as if I were drenched by the icy winter rain. And I heard yet another voice, but this time it came from behind me and was a different voice, because it came from the the earth and not from the blinding core of my vision; and indeed it shattered the vision, because William (I became aware again of his presence), also lost until then in contemplation, turned as I did.

[Luann]

From A Morbid Taste for Bones by Ellis Peters:

Something small, round and hard dropped rustling through the leaves above him, and hit him neatly in the middle of his weather-beaten tonsure. He clapped a hand to his crown, and said something unbecoming his habit. But it was only one of last year's oak-balls, dried out by a winter's weathering to the hardness of a pebble. He looked up into the foliage above his head, already thick and turning rich green from its early gold, and it seemed to him that the tremor of leaves where there was no wind required more explanation than the accidental fall of one small remnant of a dead year.

[LynnB]

The Prince by Niccolò Machiavelli:

When a newly acquired State has been accustomed, as I have said, to live under its own laws and in freedom, there are three methods whereby it may be held. The first is to destroy it; the second, to go and reside there in person; the third, to suffer it to live on under its own laws, subjecting it to a tribute and entrusting its government to a few of the inhabitants who will keep the rest your friends.

[Lyn (Readinghearts)]

From Magic Study by Maria V. Snyder:

I wandered through the market, marveling at the variety of goods available for sale. Practical items like food and clothing sat side by side with jewelry and handicrafts. A pine scent from the torches dominated, but it didn't take long for me to discern the smell of roasting meat. I followed the mouthwatering aroma to a fire pit. A tall man covered with sweat turned the meat that sizzled in the flames. His white apron was streaked with soot. I bought some hot beef from him to eat right away and some smoked jerky for later.

[Lyn (Readinghearts)]

From The Second Duchess by Elizabeth Loupas:

"Of course with your hair loose." From the darkening of his expression, it was clear he disliked having his wishes questioned, even in such a small matter as a portrait. "This is Ferrara, Madonna, and here the considerations of art and beauty outweigh the petty scruples of etiquette. Your hair is remarkable, and I wish it commemorated, not only for my own pleasure, but for future generations as well. "

[Lyn (Readinghearts)]

From When Christ and His Saints Slept by Sharon Kay Penman:

Berold had to hasten to keep pace, dodging passersby and mangy, scavenging dogs. A young prostitute plucked at his sleeve, be he kept on going, for she was dirty and very drunk. Although Barfleur was exciting, it was unsettling, too, for it seemed that all he'd heard about the sinfulness of seaports was true. The streets were crowded with quarrelsome, swaggering youths, the taverns were full, and even to Berold's innocent eye, there was a surfeit of whores, beggars, peddlers, and pickpockets.

[Lynne]

From Sword of the Rightful King: A Novel of King Arthur

"...a face he knew. For a moment it stared at him as if it could see him spying. Then the face began to laugh, gentle at first and then with a hysterical edge to it. Things flew out of the mouth- dark, ugly, vile things...

[Susan]

from Taran Wanderer

"The Mirror of Llunet!" said Smoit, when Taran at last was able to tell of his quest. "I've heard of no such thing. As well seek a needle in a haystack as a looking glass in the Llawgadarn Mountains."

[Tara]

From Her Warrior Slave pg. 46

" 'Show me what you've carved so far.' Her quiet request slid over him like a caress. He knew she meant nothing by it, but the nearness to her made him react.
Croist, he wasn't dead. She could make any man desire her. Her eyes looked upon him with doubts."

[Susan]

from The First Test

After breakfast, the pages flocked to one of the practice yards. She would take her first steps on the path to knighthood in these wood-fenced bare-earth rectangles and their adjoining equipment sheds. I'll work hard, she promised herself. I'll show everyone what girls can do.

[Lynne]

Susan wrote: "from The First Test

After breakfast, the pages flocked to one of the practice yards. She would take her first steps on the path to knighthood in these wood-fenced bare-earth rectangl..."

Sounds interesting...can't wait to see your review.