“They fret He’s too young, too impetuous. The invasion was a jerky thing to do.”
“Shush boy, he’s King. He does us right and you’d be put to the snick for blabbering so.”
Suddenly he looks right teenage- man inside trying to suss how to make a boy’s face scorny and meantime figuring if brainy to do so.
"You've got to question!" he scgrowls.
I peg to a moment, hugging my shovel and I sight him, "Not when it's just idle fritterings, gossip and bubble. Not worth it. Question, yes, but when it’s your justice. Now gets back to work”