Unfortunately, since the pictsies were very individualistic, each one had his own cry and Tiffany could only make out a few over the din: “They can tak’ oour lives but they canna tak’ oour troousers!” “Ye’ll tak’ the high road an’ I’ll tak’ yer wallet!” “There can only be one t’ousand!” “Ach, stick it up yer trakkans!” But the voices gradually came together in one roar that shook the walls: “Nae King! Nae Quin! Nae laird! Nae master! We willna be fooled again!”
