These sentences are from my never-ending draft of Acelet's story. (Acelet was a character in Illuminations of the Heart, in case you haven't read it.)
Monday: Triston had sent him some gold for his journey along with the harp, but he had not sent him a horse.
Thursday: It had not been the outcome of his duel with Raynor de Molinet alone, but a new recognition of his own nature.
Friday: "But I tell you now, Acelet, that if you make this choice, then I swear, I will follow the example of Triston’s grandfather and abandon our Poitevin ways of inheritance to settle my lands solely on the head of your brother.”
Saturday: Acelet had felt a warm glow of pride that his father had heard the praise, but he answered with a wary eye on his father’s fist, remembering many a night spent nursing a buzzing ear after Sir Lambert had soundly boxed it.