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"Poors could be here" he thought, "I've never been in this province before. There could be poors anywhere." The cool wind felt good against his uncrowned head. "I HATE ROBIN HOOD" he thought. Glorious marching anthems reverberated his entire carriage, making it pulsate even as the finest monastery wine circulated through his powerful rich veins and washed away his (merited) fear of outlaws after dark. "With a royal escort, you can go anywhere you want" he said to himself, out loud.