Benevolent father, supple-kneed son, convenient lady.

Here is agreement.

And thus it ends.' Again he laughed outright at the steel-blue face of the sky, then jumped in a flash from his seat to the throat of Bertran.

Bertran tumbled backwards with a strangled cry, and Richard pegged him to the ground.
'Thou yapping cur, Bertran,' he grated, 'thou sick dog of my kennel, if this snarl of thine goes true thou hast done a service to me and mine thou knowest not of.

There is little to do before I am the richest man in Christendom.