Wherest, Brian, wherest. As in : "Wherest doth thou proceedeth, my jolly friend?" "To the East, Sire" "To die honourably in battle with thine kinsmen?" "Nay, Sire, to testeth thon tasty blonde wench stuck in yonder tower!" "And yet ye feel no shame in thine kinsmen dying at the blade while thou indulgeth so? Lord Ilford, thou art nothing but a worthless rogue!" "But sire, I haveth a vision whilst I dream. My greateth, greateth, greateth, greateth, greateth, greateth, greateth grandson will be an honourable man and maketh great fortune from a white parchment, which when mixed with devilry does createth visions from the past!" "Ah, well thou dost beareth good reason to go nesting, my fine fellow. Hasteth, and find pleasure in the loins of thon yonder maiden. Go forth and multiply!" And he did. (",) (",)