"There is no such thing," said the Baron, beginning to feel that his professional reputation as the master of the artillery was assailed. "There is nothing of the kind known."
"It will shoot stones as big, as heavy as a man can lift," said Felix eagerly, "and easily knock towers to fragments."
The king looked from one to another; he was incredulous. The Baron smiled scornfully. "Ask him, your majesty, how these stones are to be thrown; no bow could do it."
"How are the stones to be thrown?" said the king sharply. "Beware how you play with us."
"By the force of twisted ropes, your majesty."
They all laughed. The Baron said: "You see, your majesty, there is nothing of the kind. This is some jester."
"The twisted rope should be a halter," said another courtier, one of those who hoped for the rich man's downfall.
"It can be done, your majesty," cried Felix, alarmed. "I assure you, a stone of two hundredweight might be thrown a quarter of a mile."
The assembly did not repress its contempt.
"The man is a fool," said the king, who now thought that Felix was a jester who had put a trick upon him. "But your joke is out of joint; I will teach such fellows to try tricks on us! Beat him out of camp."