I mean, you’re a soldier, right, and the other buggers is the enemy. You march into some big field somewhere and all form up into them oblongs, and then a bloke with the feathery helmet gives the order, and you all forms up into big arrows—” “Good gods, do people really do that? I thought it was just how they drew the battle plans!” “Well, the old duke, sir, he did it by the book . . .
