“I am nun-nun-nun-nun-nun-no knight.”
“What then?”
“A hosier.”
“A what? Then thy armour shall be stripped off, and thou shalt be tied to a stake in front of the works, and riddled with arrows for a warning to traitors.”
“N-n-n-n-no! duda-duda-duda-duda-don't do that.”
“Why not?”
“Tuta-tuta-tuta-townsfolk will-h-h-h-hang t'other buba-buba-buba-buba-bastard.”
“What, whom?”
“Your bub-bub-bub-brother Baldwyn.”
“What, have you knaves ta'en him?”