"I have nothing about me but money, which you can't chew, and should not have if you could. Hearken, my friend. When you said you were starving, you lied to me."
"How do you know it?"
"Fool! Are there not fruit-trees here, laden with wholesome food, within any thief's grasp? Your pockets at this moment are filled with fruit."
"You have a gift," said Gautran with a cringing movement of his body. "It would be an act of charity to put me in the way of it."
"What would you purchase?" asked the advocate ironically. "Gold, for wine, and pleasure, and fine clothes?"
"Aye, master," replied Gautran with eager voice.
"Power, to crush those you hate, and make them smart and bleed?"
"Aye, master. That would be fine."
"Gautran, these things are precious, and have their price. What are you ready to pay for them?"
"Anything--anything but money!"