I were undeserving his grace did I not peril it for his good.--Here, Scathlock, get thee behind yonder thicket, and wind me a Norman blast on thy bugle, and without an instant's delay on peril of your life."
Gyere csak ide, Scathlock! Bújj el ott a bokrok közé, és fújd el a normann kürtjelet, de rögtön, mert az életedről van szó!