(..) lands in the north, give their nobles estates here in England, and make them too greedy to oppose us. But, sire, our nobles will be reluctant to uproot. New lands mean new taxes, and they're already taxed for the war in France. (..)

(..) That should fetch just the kind of lords we want to Scotland, taxes or no taxes, huh? A most excellent idea, sire. Is it? Now in Edinburgh gathered the council of Scottish nobles. Among these was Robert the th earl of Bruce, (..)

(..) Please make me happy, Princess poppy. What are you feeling? That one's rotten! It's fake? Fake? Fake? They're gone? Where are they? Don't worry, sire. We'll find them. I think I hear something! Go! Go! We got poppy! -Pass her to me! -Here comes poppy! Here she is! There's my Princess. Da-da. (..)