Next time I come to attend to your wounds, O Prince, I trust that they will be in front, and not behind.

One word more, if you will be advised by me you will not threaten that Captain whom you call a Gentile and a mercenary, lest you should learn that it is not always well to be a coward, of blood however ancient." Then, in a towering rage, I left him, feeling that I had made a thorough fool of myself.

But the truth was that I could not sit still and hear men such as my companions, to say nothing of myself, spoken of thus by a bloated cur, who called himself a prince and boasted of his own poltroonery.

He glowered at me as I went, and the men of his party who hung about the end of the great room and in his courts, glowered at me also.

Clearly he was a very dangerous cur, and I almost wished that instead of threatening to slap his face down in the tunnel, Quick had broken his neck and made an end of him.
So did the others when I told them the story, although I think it opened their eyes, and especially those of Oliver, to the grave and growing dangers of the situation.