Yeah, I coldcocked him, the damn sumbitch. Come runnin’his mouth in our tavern, wearing the crown’s flag like some sort of hero’s cape. Talkin ‘bout how “tea was just the start and beer ‘n rum was next.” To think he spouts off to me after I defended his fellow soldiers just a few years back in that massacre. I split his jaw in two. Because it is war for me, so that it can be mathematics and philosophy for our sons and daughters. I am the Atlas of Independence.