Arthur listened to Plunkett's words and did not contradict him; instead, he smiled and nodded in agreement.
"Thomas, I'm glad we see eye-to-eye. You might not believe it, but my thoughts align entirely with yours. The Duke of Wellington is not only a standard-bearer for the Army but also for this nation; he must not fall nor be usurped. If anyone dares such a thing, it will not only be you, I will fight them with my life as well."
He stood up, filled Louis's glass, and was about to pour some for Plunkett, when the hefty sharpshooter laughed nonchalantly and said, "Commander, just pour for yourself; give me the bottle along with what's left of the wine. Your fancy glasses here are ritzy, but a big-headed soldier like me still finds blowing into the bottle more satisfying."
Arthur, rendered speechless, chuckled, "Are you sure? This brandy is quite strong."
"You don't know, during our days on the battlefield, we relied solely on this little drink to sustain us."
