Kay glared at the coin as if the old man had produced a dead rat from the folds of his rags.<br/><br/>"Pay? Pay! Away with your coin, old father. The King'll not shame his hospitality by demanding payment for his bounty!"<br/><br/>Kay gave an affronted snort, then another, longer whiff. "'Struth," he thought, "He full carries the odor of his ages. Best have him fed in the kitchen, or ... damn me, Gawain's ordered his repast here. Softhearted boy..."