... maybe looking, probably not.

[forashilling]

Lass. Lass, listen ta me. No, quiet, quiet, listen t'me. No, you ain't no 'ma'am'. Sweet-faced lass like you, you ain't any older than Perkins, so ya sit down and listen ta me like good, sweet Perkins did.

Now I ain't goin' anywhere without m'Captain, ya 'ear? No matter what you say or do, I ain't going anywhere if Captain Sharpe ain't comin'. I ain't 'bout ta care what high-falutin' position he's in when I see 'im, except that he ain't allowed to get higher without me by his side. I ain't leaving my perch, lass, no matter what you say or do. You find me my Captain, then we talk.

[ He sighs, muttering. ]

Some lass young enough ta be my daughter tryin' ta order me about, and wit' my Captain missing. God save Ireland.

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Um you know I have no idea. I took a lot from Company.

[sharpe]

Cause if you were stupid enough t'be eating swans, you'd best hide 'em right.

[ As if he hasn't eaten swan. He's playing innocent but you should know better, Harper. ]

it looks like the one where he goes 'a woman?????'. I have a good memory for random shit

[forashilling]

I ain't thinkin' that hidin' 'em under yer jacket would be hidin' 'em right, sir. [ Lips twitch. ] You must've never eaten any.

[sharpe]

That right? [ Slumping in the dirt and picking at his frayed sleeve. ] Where would you hide 'em?

[forashilling]

[ Harper looks upon that sleeve for a moment, then he sits down next to Sharpe.

He grins. ]

In m'pants, of course, sir.

[sharpe]

Nah. Not if the bloody thing's still moving y'don't. Vicious bastards, swans. They'll bite yer knackers clean off.

[forashilling]

[ Harper is really trying to not cackle by now. ]

And you know that well, sir?

[sharpe]

I heard it from a friend who heard it from a man who heard it from another man, Pat. Course I did.

[ Just. Such a look. ]

[forashilling]

Of course, sir. I never doubted that, sir.