“I’m getting old,” he mumbled some time later, after Roach had caught up with Milva’s black. “I’m starting to develop scruples.” “Aye, it can happen with old ’uns,” said the archer, looking at him in sympathy. “A decoction of lungwort can help. But for now put a cushion on your saddle.” “Scruples,” Dandelion explained gravely, “are not the same as piles, Milva. You’re confusing the terms.”
