"To-morrow," I said.

"Do you name time and place, and I shall be there." "The grass is most excellent," he teased, "the place is most excellent, and I am minded that Fortini has you for company this night." "'Twere better he were accompanied by a friend," I quipped.

"And now your pardon, for I must go." But he blocked my path.
"Whoever it be," he said, "let it be now." For the first time, with him, my anger began to rise.
"You serve your master well," I sneered.
"I serve but my pleasure," was his answer.

"Master I have none." "Pardon me if I presume to tell you the truth," I said.
"Which is ?" he queried softly.
"That you are a liar, Pasquini, a liar like all Italians." He turned immediately to Lanfranc and Bohemond.
"You heard," he said.

"And after that you cannot deny me him." They hesitated and looked to me for counsel of my wishes.