You would not have needed talents there.

You would no doubt have been rewarded by the Court which sent you and Rullecour to ravage Jersey--" "The proper order is Rullecour and me, monsieur." Detricand seemed suddenly to have got back a manner to which he had been long a stranger.
His temper became imperturbable, and this was not lost on Philip; his manner had a balanced serenity, while Philip himself had no such perfect control; which made him the more impatient.

Presently Detricand added in a composed and nonchalant tone: "I've no doubt there were those at Court who'd have clothed me in purple and fine linen, and given me wine and milk, but it was my whim to work in the galleys here, as it were." "Then I trust you've enjoyed your Botany Bay," answered Philip mockingly.

"You've been your own jailer, you could lay the strokes on heavy or light." He moved to the veille, and sat down.

Guida busied herself at the fireplace, but listened intently.
"I've certainly been my own enemy, whether the strokes were heavy or light," replied Detricand, lifting a shoulder ironically.
"And a friend to Jersey at the same time, eh ?" was the sneering reply.
Detricand was in the humour to tell the truth even to this man who hated him.