He spoke as he had been ordered, but with a bitter sense of futility, for what kind of ally could be looked for in this proud pagan?
The impassive face showed no flicker of interest.
"I am eating up the Caliphs," he said, "but that food is for my own table.

As for allies, I have need of none.

The children of the Blue Wolf do not make treaties." Then he spoke aside to his captains, and fixed Aimery with his agate eyes.

It was like listening to a voice from a stone.
"The King of France has sent you to ask for peace.

Peace, no doubt, is good, and I will grant it of my favour.