“If I’m a knight, does that make you my squire?” “Sod off.” “Yeoman, then. You look like a yeoman.” “I don’t even know what that is.” “A horny-handed son of toil.” “Did you say horny-handed?” “I know your hands. If the cap fits...” Will told him to sod off again. Kim started the car. They drove on, towards a reckoning.
