The oblivious swordspony was in a rare state of having completely lost his temper, and was busy swearing up a storm in French, much to the amusement of the guards around the courtyard. Handy rarely got to see the stallion so worked up, and the last time he had done so was when they were being captured by deer. He decided to enjoy the stallion’s impotent rage for as long as it would last. He was an asshole like that. Then he frowned.