Badelon took it up, and set it on the bed within reach of his master's hand.
Bigot swore fiercely.

"It would be farther still," he growled, "if you would be guided by me, my lord.

Give me leave to bar the door, and 'twill be long before these fisher clowns force it.

Badelon and I--" "Being in your full strength," Count Hannibal murmured cynically.
"Could hold it.

We have strength enough for that," the Norman boasted, though his livid face and his bandages gave the lie to his words.