"Where has the Count of Blois gone?" Eric noticed the little old man who had come with them wasn't there.
"The old man is getting on in years—probably can't even get it up anymore. But he refuses to face that cruel reality, so after eating and drinking his fill, he's hiding away to avoid being humiliated by us young bucks." Belem roared with laughter, shamelessly mocking his own father-in-law. Then he slammed a fist on the table, whipped his head around, and bellowed at a nearby attendant, "Another big-chested woman! Didn't you see my brother has arrived?! How can you let a noble Count drink all by himself!"
Belem was speaking Norman French, so the Greek Attendant left behind by Brinyos immediately translated for the tavern's staff to prevent them from thinking Belem was trying to start a fight.
