Biatritz proudly said: "The man lies, Raimbaut."

"What need to tell me that, Belhs Cavaliers?"

And the Saracen shrugged. "It is very true I lie," he said. "As among

friends, I may confess I killed the Prince. But for the rest, take

notice both of you, I mean to lie intrepidly."

Raimbaut remembered how his mother had given each of two lads an apple,

and he had clamored for Guillaume's, as children do, and Guillaume had

changed with him. It was a trivial happening to remember after fifty

years; but Guillaume was dead, and this hacked flesh was Raimbaut's

flesh in part, and the thought of Raimbaut would never trouble

Guillaume de Baux any more. In addition there was a fire of juniper

wood and frankincense upon the hearth, and the room smelt too cloyingly

of be-drugging sweetness. Then on the walls were tapestries which

depicted Merlin's Dream, so that everywhere recoiling women smiled with

bold eyes; and here their wantonness seemed out of place.

"Listen," Makrisi was saying; "listen, for the hour strikes. At last,

at last!" he cried, with a shrill whine of malice.

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