'And you tell me of your men, your lands, your company! Good men all, a fair company, by the Rood of Grace! Tell me now, Richard, have you Raimon of Toulouse in that company?
Have you Beziers ?' 'No, sire,' said Richard, looking serenely down at the working face.
'Nor ever will have,' snarled the King.

'Have you the Knight of Bearn ?' 'I have, sire.' 'Ill company, Richard.

It is a white-faced, lying beast, with a most goatish beard.

Have you your singing monk ?' 'I have, sire.' 'Shameful company.

Have you Adhemar of Limoges ?' 'Yes, sire.' 'Silly company.