“Weel,” he said, twisting his little lips as he considered. “I suppose ye can,” he yielded, and started to fiddle with something beneath his tunic. Page smiled in triumph, and then to her horror, watched as he began to pee upon the ground. “See,” he said, with some pride, lifting a finger to point at the wet dirt before him. It was then Page noticed that part of the ground was damp already.
