Pip had been reenacting it for ten minutes and showed no signs of stopping.
"And then," Pip said, straightening to his full height and adopting an expression of theatrical gravity, "he just walks in. Doesn't knock. Doesn't announce himself. Just walks in like he's been expected and everyone forgot to tell him." He pointed at an imaginary map on the wall of their narrow room. "The Ardenmere pass. Three days. You are already encircled." He turned to Nami with both hands spread. "And the entire war cabinet just sat there."
Nami was sitting on the bunk with her knees drawn up and the expression she wore when she was trying not to show that she was enjoying something. She was not succeeding.
"The king told Lord Fenwick to be quiet," Pip continued. "Lord Fenwick. Who has been on that council since before we were born. The king told him to be quiet so a seventeen year old tavern boy could finish his sentence."
