Taura nailed it. She'll do for m'lord, all right. And God help their enemies.
Your accidents, I once noticed, have ways of entangling your enemies that are the green envy of mature and careful strategists. Far too consistent for chance, I concluded it had to be unconscious will.
Seems to me the only difference between your friends and your enemies is how long they stand around chatting before they shoot you.
Live, and so confound our enemies.
I'd have worn them as a courtesy to your friend, I'll wear them now as a defiance to our enemies.
A skilled soldier kills your enemies, but a skilled duelist kills your allies.