Belloq flung the beret to the ground, hard. It squeaked and scampered off under the bed.

"Bordel de merde, nique ta mere...!" A string of swearing spat from his mouth as he ran to the safe to rummage through it. There had only been one sword in there when he'd removed it, but he had the hope of the desperate that somehow an extra sword would be in there now, one that he had somehow overlooked.

"Où is it? Where is it?"