“Hey yeah!” another griffon said. One after another, more griffons piled nearer to the table, each one pestering Handy about his past ‘achievements’ and enquiring curiously about the situation Shorttail had illuminated. Some of them sounded genuinely curious, having not heard about the events in question. Apparently, for all the count’s bluster, he kept it at the court level, not spreading it among the people and causing a panic. Handy mused that maybe the old bird wasn’t entirely incompetent but quickly dismissed such charity, for he was now trapped.