Hugh was being relentless, stubbornly repeating his initial question.
"Is my answer so important to you? My meager wisdom fails to see the necessity in answering. It has not the slightest bearing on the outcome of this war."
"I don't know of a single man in the history of Normandy who shed his armor before a battle and still won God's favor. Before you think of victory, you should consider how to become a true Norman Knight.
The greatness of Normandy was built upon countless outstanding Norman Knights. Normandy possesses traditions superior to any other land, which have made us the most powerful warriors in the entire Frankish realm.
And you, Cousin Beaumont, are trying to make me believe that a clown from a Roman theater could defeat an exceptional Norman Knight."
Hugh folded his arms and ambled toward Beaumont, a mocking smile on his face, making no effort to conceal his derision.
He then glanced at the "King" and "Beaumont" standing behind the real Beaumont.
