"Right, that ass. I'm not sure what exactly he meant to do," Feuilly says, sobering. "Send a message of some sort. But he didn't take much trouble not to burn down the stable. Bahorel--take this as you will, but I'd tell any friend of mine to leave him alone. No, I know, I can't usefully say that to you. But don't trust him? Not anything that he says, anything."

They've known each other in circumstances that make that a warning to take seriously, as it's made. "--And I saw you grinning. Harry and I went and caught frogs in the lake. And that's not a, a euphemism for anything, so for God's sake don't try to make it one."