He breathes easier once Harry begins to talk. "Westmorland--I think you've mentioned him?" Feuilly is good with place names and foreign languages, but England has so very many Ws. "He--advises the king--?" Well, Harry can make it up to him, if he likes, sooner or later. (Maybe, Feuilly thinks, biting his lip on a smile, they'll go back to Milliways and Sir Ralph Neville will hold on to his annoyance for weeks on end, suspended in no time at all!)
...and, right, Harry is newly and unexpectedly the Prince of Wales. The sort of person who might cross a son-of-the-Earl-of-Westmoreland just to show he can. Feuilly starts to push a hand through his hair, uncomfortable with the places where personal and political overlap, then remembers he's at court and folds his hands again.
"--Oh. Oh, yes, those are excellent lions." They are: maybe more expressive than accurate, but still, excellent lions. "My friend Prouvaire would--" Well, right now Prouvaire has other things on his mind than medieval tapestries. But at some point. "--He might fall dead of envy, that I'm seeing them."
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...and, right, Harry is newly and unexpectedly the Prince of Wales. The sort of person who might cross a son-of-the-Earl-of-Westmoreland just to show he can. Feuilly starts to push a hand through his hair, uncomfortable with the places where personal and political overlap, then remembers he's at court and folds his hands again.
"--Oh. Oh, yes, those are excellent lions." They are: maybe more expressive than accurate, but still, excellent lions. "My friend Prouvaire would--" Well, right now Prouvaire has other things on his mind than medieval tapestries. But at some point. "--He might fall dead of envy, that I'm seeing them."