Indeed Hugh's tale of that horrible and treacherous slaughter was so moving that the Duke burst into tears and swore that he would cut the throat of every Frenchman on whom he could lay hands.
After this he began to extol the merits of the cross-bow as against the long arm of the English, and Hugh agreed that there was much in what he said.

But Grey Dick, who was no courtier, did not agree.

Indeed, of a sudden he broke in, offering in his bad French to fight any cross-bow man in Genoa at six score yards, so that the Duke might learn which was the better weapon.

But Hugh trod on his foot and explained that he meant something quite different, being no master of the French tongue.

So that cloud passed by.
The end of it was that this Duke, or Doge, whose name they learned was Simon Boccanera, gave them safe conduct through all his dominion, with an order for relays of horses.