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Montrose, come hotfoot
from the court to the cockpit.
:11:09
May I present Archibald Cunningham.
:11:12
His Grace, the Duke of Argyll.
:11:14
I am Your Grace's humble servant.
:11:18
Another of your likely lads?
:11:21
Archibald is sent me by his mother
:11:23
in the hope that our climate
might cool the fever in his blood.
:11:27
So, Mr Cunningham,
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what are these principal sins
that distress your mother?
:11:32
Dice? Drink?
:11:35
Or are you a buggerer of boys?
:11:37
It is years, Your Grace,
since I buggered a boy.
:11:40
And in my own defence,
I thought him a girl
:11:42
at the moment of entry.
:11:44
What say you, Guthrie,
:11:46
that Archie
could not tell arse from quim?
:11:49
Many Englishmen
have that same difficulty.
:11:52
Oh, spoken as well as you fought.
:11:54
Did you see Guthrie here at work,
Mr Cunningham?
:11:57
He has a fair hand with the cleaver.
:11:59
You do not think much
of our highland tools, then?
:12:02
If I had to kill an ox, a claymore
would be my first choice, Your Grace.
:12:09
You best use a musket
:12:11
and save the beast a slow dying.
:12:14
I would not need
a musket for "you", Guthrie.
:12:17
Oh, splendid!
:12:19
I'll wager 100 of what you like
:12:21
on Guthrie and his cleaver.
:12:23
At odds?
:12:24
Now, come, James,
you're a fox. What odds?
:12:27
- Three?
- Two.
:12:29
English pounds.
:12:30
There's more of a jingle to guineas.
:12:33
- Ah, guineas it is.
- Excellent, excellent.
:12:36
A bumper of rhenish
for my Lord Montrose
:12:39
And show Mr Cunningham
what blades we have.
:12:48
You honour me, sir,
to serve me with your own hand.
:12:52
I tell you, James,
:12:54
I forget how much you dislike me
until I'm in your presence.
:12:58
So, what news at Court?