Fitchet

Conrade Mont – Fitchet, it is well for thee thou art born no subject of mine. —

Ivanhoe 2004

Mont – Fitchet, “the stain hath become engrained by time and consuetude; let thy reformation be cautious, as it is just and wise.”

Ivanhoe 2004

Beaumanoir turned to Mont – Fitchet with a grim smile.

Ivanhoe 2004

Mont – Fitchet took the letter from his Superior, and was about to peruse it.

Ivanhoe 2004

The lower part of this ample apartment was filled with squires and yeomen, who made way not without some difficulty for Rebecca, attended by the Preceptor and Mont – Fitchet, and followed by the guard of halberdiers, to move forward to the seat appointed for her.

Ivanhoe 2004

“It is but true,” answered Conrade Mont – Fitchet;

Ivanhoe 2004

On either side rode Conrade of Mont – Fitchet, and Albert de

Ivanhoe 2004

The Preceptor had hardly given the necessary orders, when he was joined by Conrade Mont – Fitchet, who acquainted him with the Grand

Ivanhoe 2004

Mont-Fitchet; ` ` and, Albert, I will be upright with thee --- wizard or not, it were better that this miserable damsel die, than that Brian de Bois-Guilbert should be lost to the Order, or the Order divided by internal dissension.

Ivanhoe 1892

` ` No, Mont-Fitchet, '' answered the stern old man --- ` ` it must be sharp and sudden --- the Order is on the crisis of its fate.

Ivanhoe 1892