It was now the chance of the great Italian.
'Now listen, King Philip,' he said, grim and square, 'and listen you, Count of Poictou, whose account is to be quieted presently.

Of this business I happen to know something.

If it serve not your honour I cannot help it.

It serves my murdered cousin's honour--therefore listen.' Richard's head was up.

'Peace, hound,' he said, and the Marquess snarled like an old dog; but Philip, with a quivering lip, put out his hand till it touched Richard's shoulder.