Doubtless, at that moment he was blinking round him at the sky, as though wondering why he was there at all, and looking as if he were bewildered to find himself skilful enough to fly an aeroplane at all. In fact, he was a good pilot and was made of whipcord and steel springs, and his attitude of airy indifference was only because, without charging horses and lances and sabres, the war had become an unholy chore for him. (The Professionals, Max Hennessy)

The case before a packed and turbulent St Paul’s soon descended into a slanging match between duke and bishop, who raged at one another over an issue as trivial as whether Wyclif should stand or sit while the charges were read. And it erupted into chaos when Gaunt threatened to drag the indignant bishop out of the cathedral and all the way to Windsor by his hair. (Summer of Blood, Dan Jones)