Nay, he forbore interruption, even when the prelate ventured, in measured terms, to hint that Richard's own impetuosity had been one main cause of disgusting the princes with the expedition.
"CONFITEOR," answered Richard, with a dejected look, and something of a melancholy smile--"I confess, reverend father, that I ought on some accounts to sing CULPA MEA.

But is it not hard that my frailties of temper should be visited with such a penance--that, for a burst or two of natural passion, I should be doomed to see fade before me ungathered such a rich harvest of glory to God and honour to chivalry?
But it shall NOT fade.

By the soul of the Conqueror, I will plant the Cross on the towers of Jerusalem, or it shall be planted over Richard's grave!" "Thou mayest do it," said the prelate, "yet not another drop of Christian blood be shed in the quarrel." "Ah, you speak of compromise, Lord Prelate; but the blood of the infidel hounds must also cease to flow," said Richard.
"There will be glory enough," replied the Archbishop, "in having extorted from Saladin, by force of arms, and by the respect inspired by your fame, such conditions as at once restore the Holy Sepulchre, open the Holy Land to pilgrims, secure their safety by strong fortresses, and, stronger than all, assure the safety of the Holy City, by conferring on Richard the title of King Guardian of Jerusalem." "How!" said Richard, his eyes sparkling with unusual light.

"I--I--I the King Guardian of the Holy City! Victory itself, but that it is victory, could not gain more--scarce so much, when won with unwilling and disunited forces.

But Saladin still proposes to retain his interest in the Holy Land ?" "As a joint sovereign, the sworn ally," replied the prelate, "of the mighty Richard--his relative, if it may be permitted, by marriage." "By marriage!" said Richard, surprised, yet less so than the prelate had expected.