His terrible excitement, the labour and sweat of it, set Richard's brows knitting.

He stretched out his hand for the viol slowly; and his eyes were cold on Bertran, and never off him for a moment as he sang to this enemy, and judged him while he sang.

The note was changed.
'The Lion is a royal beast, a king, whose son am I.We maul not each other in Anjou, save when the jackal from the South cometh snarling between.

Then, when we see the unclean beast, saith one, "Faugh! is this your friend ?" and the other, "Thou dost ill to say so." Then the blood may flow and the jackal get a meal.

But here there is none to come licking blood.