"Brute is as good as anything, I suppose," you think, scratching your jaw.
"Hoo. Hoo. Hoo. Hoo."
You catch sight of two soldiers, your resplendent armed escort on the way to His Majesty, watching you. They are clearly amused by the company you keep.
"Hush now, Brute," you say, mostly to yourself.
Through The Countryside