Harry: Ah, Edmund, there you are. Now, I know it's a little early, but
I'd just like to get these battle averages sorted out. Now then,
who did you kill to-day?
Edmund: [frightened] Erm... no-one.
Harry: No-one? Oh dear. Right, er, I'll put you down for a duck, then,
which, I'm afraid, takes you out of the running for the Legion of
Honour.
Edmund: Oh, I see, sorry! Sorry, I thought you meant had I killed
King Richard!
Harry: What?
Edmund: What...was the question?
Harry: [enunciated] Who did you kill to-day?
Edmund: Oh, I see. Er, right, er, let's see here... Erm...
[Baldrick, opposite of Harry from Edmund, mouths `Peasants!']
Edmund: Pedant.
Harry: [insulted] What!
Edmund: Pleasant... Pdnt... P... Pzz...
[Baldrick continues to mouth `Peasants!']
Edmund: Peasants! Peasants! There were a lot of peasants! Er, but they
don't really count, do they?
Harry: Only in the event of a tie. Nevertheless, how many did you kill?
Edmund: Oh, errr...
[Baldrick puts four fingers across his face, while Percy holds up
his palm.]
Edmund: Four...hand...handred...
[Percy continues to display his open palm.]
Edmund: Four handred... hand... Four hundred hand...fifty!
Harry: Four hundred and fifty? Good lord! That's three times more than
myself!
Edmund: Yes, well, I had a couple of lucky breaks.