'I must hear it, Richard,' he said.
Richard put his arm round the lad's neck: so the Marquess told his story.

At the end of it Richard dared look down into Philip's marred eyes.

Then he kissed his forehead, and 'Oh, Philip,' says he, 'let him who is hardy enough to tell this tale believe it, and let us who hear it do as we must.

But now you understand why I made an end of Saint-Pol, and why, by heaven and earth, I will make an end of this brass pot.' He turned upon Montferrat with his teeth bare.

'Conrad, Conrad, Conrad!' he cried terribly, 'mark your goings about this slippery world; for if when I get you alone I do not send you quick into hell, may I go down myself beyond redemption of the Church!' 'That you will surely do, my lord,' says the Marquess of Montferrat, greatly disturbed.
'If I get you there also I shall be reasonably entertained for a short time,' Richard answered, already cooled and ashamed of his heat.