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You enjoy a good grouse as you and Brute trudge along. [+Bile]

His Lordship is already at the lovely spot by the time you arrive. Metal globes buffed to a mirrored finish rise out of the water on spiraling posts at regular intervals, reminiscent of massive tadpoles leaping into the sky. It's a curious and evocative artistic display. Bisqueath is letting his dozen dogs drink from it.

"Bandochel," His Lordship says, leaning on his riding-crop.

"Tally-ho, M'Lord," you say with a little bow.

"Noted I your serenading at the gates; an unexpected gift to end our chase." He smiles tightly by way of thanks. "I wonder, hast thou other songs to sing, or speech to speak?"

All his servants are far enough distant and occupied in their work that you feel safe drawing a bit closer and sharing what you learned.

Onward