He waits.

Watch for him presently.' King Sancho frowned his forehead into furrows, and allowed himself a hair or two of his beard.

'We will think of it, Bertran,' he said presently.

'Yes, we will think of it, after our own fashion.

God rest you, Bertran, pray go refresh yourself.' So he dismissed him.
When he was alone he went on frowning, and between whiles tapped his teeth with his beard-comb.