You better put on something pretty. We're traveling in the Queen's Wheelhouse today. I'm not. I'm not going to change my hair. We're going through the rubies. Rubies? What rubies? Ray goes through the sheepers. They feel like they're not going to give up a killing. You can't look through the rubies. The Queen invited us both. I don't want to go. We'll have to see how we're doing this. He can't do things. What would you want to see? It's all just fields and farms. Bons of India. He came with us sometimes. I did see. I hate riding. All it does is get you soiled and dusty and sore. Anyway, you're not supposed to leave the column anymore. Father said so. You have to come with me. I'll be lemon cakes and tea. Why would you want to ride a smelly old horse anyway when you and get all sore and sweaty? You could recline on feather pillows and drink tea with the Queen. I think I'd be the Queen. Oh, I see you'd rather spend all your time in that butcher's boy. Harrier, he sleeps in the meat wagon and he smells like a slaughtering block. It's embarrassing. Mike is my friend. We're going to live at court now. Father's going to be hand of the king and we have to act like ladies. The Queen is expecting us. I don't care. Go and have a ride. Oh, God's be true, Harrier. Sometimes you act like such a child.