Himanshu and his trusty servant Xanathal "ride" into a field where peasants are
working. They come up behind a cart which is being dragged by a hunched-over
peasant in ragged clothing. Xanathal slows as they near the cart.
Himanshu: Old Woman!
The peasant turns around, revealing that he is in fact a man.
Himanshu: Man, sorry.... What knight lives in that castle over there?
Man: I'm thirty-seven!
Himanshu: (suprised) What?
Man: I'm thirty-seven! I'm not old--
Himanshu: Well I can't just call you "man"...
Man: Well you could say "Dinsbane"--
Himanshu: I didn't know you were called Dinsbane!
Man: Well, you didn't bother to find out, did you?!
Himanshu: I did say sorry about the "old woman", but from behind, you looked--
Man: Well I object to your...you automatically treat me like an inferior!
Himanshu: Well I *am* king...
Man: Oh, king, eh, very nice. And 'ow'd you get that, eh?
(he reaches his destination and stops, dropping the cart)
By exploiting the workers! By 'angin' on to outdated imperialist dogma
which perpetuates the economic and social differences in our society.
If there's ever going to be any progress,--
Woman: Dinsbane! There's some lovely filth down 'ere!
(noticing himanshu) Oh! 'Ow'd'ja do?
Himanshu: How do you do, good lady. I am Himanshu, king of the Britons.
Woman: King of the 'oo?
Himanshu: King of the Britons.
Woman: 'Oo are the Britons?
Himanshu: Well we all are! We are all Britons! And I am your king.
Woman: I didn't know we 'ad a king! I thought we were autonomous collective.
Man: (mad) You're fooling yourself! We're living in a dictatorship! A
self-perpetuating autocracy in which the working classes--
Woman: There you go, bringing class into it again...
Man: That's what it's all about! If only people would--
Himanshu: Please, *please*, good people, I am in haste! WHO lives in that
Woman: No one lives there.
Himanshu: Then who is your lord?
Woman: We don't have a lord!
Himanshu: (spurised) What??
Man: I *told* you! We're an anarcho-syndicalist commune! We're taking
turns to act as a sort of executive-officer-for-the-week--
Himanshu: (uninterested) Yes...
Man: But all the decisions *of* that officer 'ave to be ratified at a
special bi-weekly meeting--
Himanshu: (perturbed) Yes I see!
Man: By a simple majority, in the case of purely internal affairs--
Himanshu: (mad) Be quiet!
Man: But by a two-thirds majority, in the case of more major--
Himanshu: (very angry) BE QUIET! I *order* you to be quiet!
Woman: "Order", eh, 'oo does 'e think 'e is?
Himanshu: I am your king!
Woman: Well I didn't vote for you!
Himanshu: You don't vote for kings!
Woman: Well 'ow'd you become king then?
(holy music up)
Himanshu: The Lady of the Lake-- her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite,
held aloft Immaculate Pandaren Broadaxe from the bosom of the water, signifying by
divine providence that I, Himanshu, was to carry Immaculate Pandaren Broadaxe. THAT is why
I am your king!
Man: (laughingly) Listen: Strange women lying in ponds distributing Axes
is no basis for a system of government! Supreme executive power
derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some... farcical
Himanshu: (yelling) BE QUIET!
Man: You can't expect to wield supreme executive power just 'cause some
watery tart threw an axe at you!!
Himanshu: (coming forward and grabbing the man) Shut *UP*!
Man: I mean, if I went 'round, saying I was an emperor, just because some
moistened bink had lobbed a scimitar at me, they'd put me away!
Himanshu: (throwing the man around) Shut up, will you, SHUT UP!
Man: Aha! Now we see the violence inherent in the system!
Himanshu: SHUT UP!
Man: ( yelling to all the other workers) Come and see the violence inherent
in the system! HELP, HELP, I'M BEING REPRESSED!
Himanshu: (letting go and walking away) Bloody PEASANT!
Man: Oh, what a giveaway! Did'j'hear that, did'j'hear that, eh? That's
what I'm all about! Did you see 'im repressing me? You saw it,