‘Ah! I would have you prepared.’
‘Why, what is it? Oh! dear Charlie! are you really going to tell me?’
‘Did you ever hear of a deadly feud?’
‘I have read of them in the history of Scotland. They went on hating and killing each other for ever. There was one man who made his enemy’s children eat out of a pig-trough, and another who cut off his head.’
‘His own?’
‘No, his enemy’s, and put it on the table, at breakfast, with a piece of bread in its mouth.’
‘Very well; whenever Sir Guy serves up Philip’s head at breakfast, with a piece of bread in his mouth, let me know.’
Charlotte started up. ‘Charles, what do you mean? Such things don’t happen now.’
‘Nevertheless, there is a deadly feud between the two branches of the house of Morville.’
‘But it is very wrong,’ said Charlotte, looking frightened.’