Richard reined up for his company, on a little hill.
'The powers of England, my lords,' he said, pointing with his hand.

All stayed beside him.

Gaston of Bearn tweaked his black beard.
'Let us be done with the business, Richard,' said this knight, 'before the irons can get out.' 'What!' cried the Count, 'shall a father smite his son ?' No one answered: in a moment he was ashamed of himself.

'Before God,' he said, 'I mean no impiety.

I will do what I have undertaken as gently as may be.