He thought him a perverse rascal, glorious poet, ill-conditioned vassal, untimely parasite of his father's realm.

He knew he had caused endless mischief, but he could not hate such a cork on a waterspray.

Now, it fretted Bertran to white heat that he should be despised by a great man.

It seemed that at last he could do him considerable harm.

He could embroil him with two kings, France and England, and induce a third to harass him from the South.