Enid had been merrily enjoying her time on the swing when one of the peasants began addressing her once again. Now, Lady Enid had always been kind to peasants, and had this been any other commoner, she would have turned to him with the kindest of smiles and greeted him with the politest of greetings. However, this was not any other commoner. He was part of that group of commoners - the rude ones. So her gaze was most unfriendly as it fell upon him.

He knows where the king is? Enid raised her eyebrows just very slightly, though she was most unimpressed. Scoff. This was probably what, the 83748234th time someone told her they knew where the king was? And each time, she was never led to a king. The closest she got to the king was a black kitten. "If thou dost know where the king is, then thou could deliver him a message for I, could thou not, kind peasant?" she asked, this time raising only one eyebrow.