"You constrain me with violence..." he was beginning.
Blood smoothly interrupted him.
"Sure, now, I am not constraining you at all.

I'm giving you a perfectly free choice between the pen and the rope.

It's a matter for yourself entirely." Bishop glared at him; then shrugging heavily, he took up the pen and sat down at the table.

In an unsteady hand he wrote that summons to his officers.

Blood despatched it ashore; and then bade his unwilling guest to table.
"I trust, Colonel, your appetite is as stout as usual." The wretched Bishop took the seat to which he was commanded.