"I should like so much to meet him." Laertes smiles a little. "I had few men I could look up to, in Denmark--but in France I met a Norman named Lamond. He was a towering champion on the field of combat, an unmatched fencer and a gentleman of most perfect graces and manners. I was faint to catch his eye, but I couldn't bring myself to speak a word to him. I feared too much that he would see the green, untried boy of me, and find me wanting. Now ... now I wonder if we might have been friends, or better than friends, if I'd been braver."