With these the Bishop would have stopped, but the King would have the whole.

'Nay, Hugh,' he said--and his teeth chattered as if it had been bitter cold--'out with the name of my beloved son.

So you shall see what joyful agreement there is in my house.' The Bishop read the name of Richard Count of Poictou, and the King grunted his 'Traitor from the womb,' as he had often done before.
'Who follows Richard ?' he asked.
'Oh, our Lady, is he not enough, sire ?' said the Bishop in fear.

The old King sat bolt upright and steadied his head on his knees.

'Read,' he said again.
'I cannot read!' cried Hugh with a groan.