His last words were: "And for the future have your savage hounds in better governance!" Whereupon the other coolly answered: "And you, your tongue." On this the other shrugged his shoulders and replied in scorn that to be sure his tongue was for use and not for silence like some folks'.

And I marvelled where the Swabian, who was so slow of speech, found the words for retort and answer, till at length it was too much for him and he laid his hand on his hanger as a second and a sharper tongue..