I am not one to deny generous moments to that politic prince; this I consider to have been one, evoked certainly by the nobility of King Richard.

That appointed champion's exaltation still burned in him; he was fiercely excited, his eyes were bright with fever of fire.

"Hey, Philip," he laughed, "now you and I must cross the sea! And you a bad sailor, Philip!" '"'Tis so, indeed, Richard," says King Philip, looking rather foolish.
King Richard clapped him on the shoulder.

"A stout heart, my Philip," he says, "is betokened by your high stomach.

That shall stand us in a good stead in Palestine." Then it was that King Philip kissed him, and him King Richard again.
'He was in great heart that day, full to the neck with hope and adventure.