Maelgwyn hands over the belt with an unexpected look of relief, as if he couldn't wait to be rid of it. At your direction, Suger then hands over a rather full purse. Maelgwyn accepts it greedily, and makes to open it up. Suger places a hand on the hilt of his sword.
"I know a man as grateful as you would not insult my lord by counting the coins in front of him?"
Maelgwyn looks startled, then pales. "No, m'lord! Heavens, no! I just..." He trailed off for a moment when he realizes he has nowhere to go with that train of thought. He then tucks the purse into his shirt. "My thanks, my lord. My children will sing of your generosity. I hope you recover your father's sword. He was a good man."
He then turns to go, but catches himself. He turns slowly back to you, head bowed. "By your leave, m'lord, I would go and see to the needs of my family."