Before Lord Balrog commenced his preparations to bring the giant down, there was an hour of uncertainty.  Arthur had insulted Lord Balrog.  At first, Balrog was incredulous.  Then, he was seized by a paroxysm of laughter.  Had this stupid whelp insulted his superior?  He, who with a flick of his wrist, could end him?  Had Lord Bradford in his retinue followers that equaled his intelligence?  Lord Balrog stopped laughing, then banished Arthur from his camp.<br/><br/>"Begone.  You yet know your paltry insignificance."<br/><br/>He sat, smoking a pipe, awaiting for Lord Bradford's arrival.  Balrog was not surprised when he saw, as Maestri put it, a wretched creature carrying his scepter.  He stood up, rather excitedly, and approached the beastly humanoid.<br/><br/>"Do you speak common, creature?" Balrog asked, taking the scepter in his hand and admiring it.  He waved it around.<br/><br/><I have no intent of killing him.  Here we have the perfect opportunity of creating derision within the giant's ranks.  I will use him as a messenger.  I will lie to him.  You will impregnate such lies.  We will then manifest our lies by obfuscation and cleverness.>