"You old bastard, I dare you to say that again!"
"I'll be using your skull as a bowl tonight!"
Lagman felt he had to say something. "Watch your words, Count of Pontieu. Be grateful you're a Christian, or I would have already struck you."
"What a joke! Gentlemen, we all swore an oath before the Cross. When we received the Cross, we were all brothers. If we keep bickering like this on the road, are we going to kill our own men first when we reach the battlefield?" At this, the Count of Ghent looked at the Count of Pontieu and mocked him.
"Christ suffers in the Holy Land, while we waste our time on the march. What's wrong with pointing that out!
Ha! Of course you're satisfied, old Ghent, because this suits you just fine. After all, you love nothing more than abandoning your lands and people to wander about aimlessly, consorting with Iberian Heretics all day.
