“I said your brother.”
“Master Lionel?” the other demanded still.
“What other brothers have you?” quoth Master Leigh.
There fell a pause and Sir Oliver looked straight before him, his head sunken a little between his shoulders. “Let me understand,” he said at length. “Do you say that my brother Lionel paid you money to carry me off—in short, that my presence aboard this foul hulk of yours is due to him?”
“Whom else had ye suspected? Or did ye think that I did it for my own personal diversion?”
“Answer me,” bellowed Sir Oliver, writhing in his bonds.
“I ha’ answered you more than once already. Still, I tell you once again, since ye are slow to understand it, that I was paid a matter of two hundred pound by your brother, Master Lionel Tressilian, to carry you off to Barbary and there sell you for a slave. Is that plain to you?”
“As plain as it is false. You lie, you dog!”
“Softly, softly!” quoth Master Leigh, good-humouredly.
“I say you lie!”