"What now?"
"I may not tell your nobility as yet."
"Do you want another bezant, dog?"
"It is not that, my lord."
"Then, who does he consort with?"
"I have tracked him as a panther tracks its prey—he consorts with no one."
"Then continue to follow him and see if he consorts with any—woman."
"A woman?"
"Why not, fool?"
"But had your nobility said there was a woman—"