Ho! He will be for you and against you; eager, slow; a wooer, a scorner; a singer of madrigals, ah, and a croaker afterwards.

There is no stability in him, neither length of love nor of hate, no bottom, little faith.' Berengere rose.
'You vex yourself, Bertran, and me also,' she said.

'It is ill talking between a prince and his friend.' 'Am I not your friend then, my lady ?' he asked her with bitterness.
'You cannot be the friend of a prince, Bertran,' said Berengere calmly.
His muttered 'O God, the true word!' sufficed him for thought all his road from Navarre.

He went, as you know already, to Poictiers, where Richard was making festival with Jehane.
But when, unhappy liar, he found out the truth, it came too late to be of service to his designs.

Don Sancho, he learned, was beforehand with him even there, fully informed of the outrage at Gisors and the marriage at Poictiers, with very clear views of the worth of each performance.
Bertran, gnashing his teeth, took up the service of the man he loathed; gnashing his teeth, he let Richard kiss him in the lists and shower favours upon him.