Oh yes no yes of course, we love the Lord on the 'ill. 'Es a kind an gentle maarster for us small wee folk. Not so bright in the ole 'eadquarters most of us, an' not too young neither! We needs the gracious classes, them's that're better than we simple ones, to look a'ter us y'see? Be luckin' aat fer ar int'rests in the big ole wor-rld.

'Course, Spiffer doon the pub's always whining on bout it. "Them bloody lords an' ladies" he says, err' night, "them bloody lords. What's they ever dun fer us? They tell us what te grow in't field, then come harvest they take their two-in-three of the grain fir'mselves. Fer whit?"

An I buys im another pint, an I sits im doon by the fire, n I tells im, the likes of Lord Mogg, the likes of is ilk, they's just born better. They gots a bit o that OLD magic, a bit o that Divine Right what they get frum the King, who gets 'is frum God imself. Feudalism, I says. It's alright by me!

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