"Oh, my Saint Dunstan."
Declan sighed.
"You speak a sad truth. About all we have left is the air we breathe, and they'd begrudge us even that if they didn't need us to work for them.
The finest food is for their tables, the prettiest women become their wives, and the bravest soldiers fight for foreign masters. Their bones pile up on foreign battlefields, while most of those left here are either unwilling or unable to protect the unfortunate Saxons."
Suddenly, he raised his voice and shouted, "That's it, that's it! Good job, Fangsi! You've finally herded them all, boy. Be brave now, lead them home."
Wang Ba said, "I know you think I'm a fool, otherwise you wouldn't be so reckless as to stick your neck out like this in front of me.
If Lord Theo or Baron Velen ever heard the treasonous things you say about the Normans, your life wouldn't be worth a damn. You, a swineherd, would be strung up from these very trees as a lesson to anyone else thinking of stirring up trouble."
