His great height was a crowning abomination.

The King blinked up at him, showing his tushes.
'What now, sir ?' he said.
'Later for me, sire, if kneeling is to be done by soldiers,' said Richard.

The King controlled himself by swallowing.
'And yet, Richard,' he said, dry as dust, 'And yet, Richard, you have knelt to the French lad soon enough.' 'To my liege-lord, sire?
Yes, it is true.' 'He is not your liege-lord, man,' roared the King.

'I am your liege-lord, by heaven.

I gave and I can take away.