Arg
24,000 words on the Henry V fic and I still haven't gotten them out of Agincourt! And the writing is going incredibly slowly. They just will not stop talking!
Yes, they have to decide what's going on and what they're going to do about it, but really. If Westmoreland likes the plan, Exeter doesn't. If Exeter likes it, Westmoreland won't. If Exeter and Westmoreland somehow come to an agreement, sure as hell Henry won't go for it. And all of Henry's ideas give the other two apoplexy.
Poor Montjoy doesn't know how he got into the middle of this, and his mood is tending toward the hugely non-period "just shoot me now." Which he dare not express for fear Exeter might take him up on it.
Meanwhile, the beleaguered author (waves) is seriously considering "and then the meteor hit the castle, killing them all. The end."
(And I've just discovered another drawback -- aside from nibbled fingers -- to holding rawhide chews for the dog to eat. This last one was flavored with something, and now half my hand is dyed a strange orangey-brown color. I hope it washes off.)
Yes, they have to decide what's going on and what they're going to do about it, but really. If Westmoreland likes the plan, Exeter doesn't. If Exeter likes it, Westmoreland won't. If Exeter and Westmoreland somehow come to an agreement, sure as hell Henry won't go for it. And all of Henry's ideas give the other two apoplexy.
Poor Montjoy doesn't know how he got into the middle of this, and his mood is tending toward the hugely non-period "just shoot me now." Which he dare not express for fear Exeter might take him up on it.
Meanwhile, the beleaguered author (waves) is seriously considering "and then the meteor hit the castle, killing them all. The end."
(And I've just discovered another drawback -- aside from nibbled fingers -- to holding rawhide chews for the dog to eat. This last one was flavored with something, and now half my hand is dyed a strange orangey-brown color. I hope it washes off.)