bow

“If I put an end to your enemy, will you bow down to me and obey me as King of the Forest?” inquired the Lion.

But the little old woman walked up to Dorothy, made a low bow and said, in a sweet voice:

“Cedant arma togæ,” said Villefort with a bow.

Dorothy was puzzled at this, for it sounded queer to hear a stuffed man speak, and to see him bow and walk along beside her.