"Aha! She sees her master and runs to lick his boots! This land belongs to us, not this… bird of passage. We p

"Aha! She sees her master and runs to lick his boots! This land belongs to us, not this… bird of passage. We plow these fields – and we protect them as well. When the bandits come, we'll be the ones out there shedding blood for our homes, while the big city folk hide in their holes! I say – no more!"