" He looked for his tankard, then remembered he'd thrown it away. "Marl! Bring me more beer!" The serving man appeared in the doorway, fumbling with his apron. "I'm sorry, Your Highness, but His Majesty says you're to be sober for this evening. He asks your lordships to take the Prince to the royal baths and scrub some sense into him." Yendral stood up. "Consider it done. Come on, let's get this pitiful prince of ours fit for his princess." "Roll me in the mud. That's what Her Highness is used to," shouted Ramil as they dragged him down the corridor."To market, my sweet, to buy us a pig,home to our farm to make it grow big," he warbled. "Can't you shut him up, Yendral?" implored Usk. "What if the Crescent people hear him?" Lord Yendral took out a handkerchief and stuffed it in the royal mouth."