In the main hall he found the vicomte still sitting over his wine of Anjou. "Cousin," said Adhelmar, "I must ride hence to-night." Reinault stared at him: a mastering wonder woke in Reinault's face. "Ta, ta, ta!" he clicked his tongue, very softly. Afterward he sprang to his feet and clutched Adhelmar by both arms. "No, no!" Reinault cried. "No, Adhelmar, you must not try that!
For the rest, Sir Adhelmar de Nointel was known as a valiant knight, who had won glory in the wars with the English. Now, as I have said, Adhelmar was cousin to Reinault, and, in consequence, to Reinault's sister, the Demoiselle Melite; and the latter Adhelmar loved, at least, as much as a cousin should.
So he looked at Reinault's throat, and shudderingly drew in his breath between set teeth. "And he is worth a score of me, this boy!" thought Jurgen: "and it is I who am going to live to be an old fellow, with my bit of land in fee, years after dirt clogs those bright generous eyes, and years after this fine big-hearted boy is wasted! And I shall forget all about him, too.