Sounding the Tocsin

Sound the tocsin. Mayday. Mayday. Sauve-qui-peut.

If you heard those cries in the night, what would you do? Would you turn over and go to sleep again?

If someone rode to your door, their horse all a-foam or their car boiling over and screamed “the English enemy is coming” would you fluff your pillow and think “I’ll just give them a warning and call them back from the ledge. They’re stupid and misguided. Once they are informed, they’ll be fine” and go back to blissful sleep?

And no...