"Oh! is that your army—your entire army?" asked Billy, who had watched the proceedings with surprise and amusement.
"It is," said the King. "Sometimes it's me sitting ar-my, but now it's me standing ar-m-y. There has never yet been mutiny or insubordination—it stands as wan man by its King. It can move rapidly and without much noise, and above all things it is most economical to maintain."
"I'm sure it's very fine, sir—I mean Your Majesty," said Billy.
"And now, bye, why did ye call me, the Irish King O'Fudge, a Lazy Majesty?"
"I meant nothing wrong, sir, but when I said, your Honor, Mr. Herald here whispered to me that's Lèse Majesty."
"So that's the way the wind blows—Herald, explain."
The Herald bent one knee, "Your Highness, I but explained to the fat boy that he had committed Lèse Majesty, which means that he had insulted you—it's Latin."
"It's Latin, is it?" cried the King. "Latin, you say? How dare you talk Latin before me when Brogue is the court language? I fine you a month's pay."
"But, your Majesty's pardon, I have received no pay for two years."