Here was a poor half-naked creature, with a straw crown on his head, and a wooden sceptre in his hand, seated on the ground with all the dignity of a monarch on his throne. Griffin, who held the same office in Westminster Gatehouse were left in the Lodge. He dodged the boot this time, and smashed his left upon the Wastrel's lips, leaving them bloody pulp. It did not matter that he wore the cloth; something was wrong with him. A middle-aged countrywoman, plump of cheek, and a little shy. Without turning or looking in his direction she leaned forwards, her head supported upon her fingers, her elbows upon her knees.
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