“We won’t have your smelly garlic or your fizzy champagne,” Harold huffed. “Little Englanders are happy with turnips and beer.”
“Suit yourself,” William said.
“We don’t want your snivelly continental measurements. We will live and die with sturdy pounds and pints.”
William shrugged.
“Finally. We don’t want any of you people coming across. England is closed to foreigners.”
Hmph, William thought. We’ll see about that. Mon Dieu, this guy really needs a poke in the eye with a stick.
Inspired by Propaganda. Image of King Harold, struck in the eye, from the Bayeux Tapestry.
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