“Ha! A Jew, of course. Thy face matches thy name. Now, thy news?”
“Will my noble knight be pleased to tell his unworthy servant if he likes the taste of revenge?”
Delecresse despised himself for the words he used. A son of Israel to humble himself thus to one of the Goyim! But it was expedient that the “creeping thing” should be flattered and gratified, in order to induce him to act as a tool.
“Decidedly!” replied Sir Piers, looking fixedly at Delecresse.
“Your Honour hates Sir Hubert of Kent, or I am mistaken?”
“Ha, pure foy! Worse than I hate the Devil.”
The Devil was very near to both at that moment.
“If I help you to be revenged on him, will you pay me by giving me my revenge on another?”
Delecresse had dropped alike his respectful words and subservient manner, and spoke up now, as man to man.
“‘Turn about is fair play,’ I suppose,” said Sir Piers. “If thou seek not revenge on any friend of mine, I will.”