A tribute will be fixed in gold and silver, and while it is duly paid your King's lands will be safe from my warriors.

Should the tribute fail, France will be ours.

I have heard that it is a pleasant place." The Ilkhan signed that the audience was over.

The fountains of liquor ceased to play, and the drunken gathering stood up with a howling like wild beasts to acclaim their King.

Aimery went back to his hut, and sat deep in thought far into the night.
He perceived that the shadows were closing in upon him.