 Why do you talk like that, Fred? Well, perhaps there's some bitterness in me. As I came out of the garden here looking for you, I couldn't help remembering how we grew up together. And ran together in those fields. Always together. And then we grew apart. And there was a wall between us. Fred, is that my fault? I remember how you went to England to be received at court. Well, do you blame me for all this? No. But I'm joining the militia. I see. Goodbye, I mean.