229. Feel the Fear and Druid Anyway

“Finally,” said Arthur, “you’re leaving. Let me show you out.”

I got the feeling he wasn’t walking us to the door out of politeness, more to make sure we actually left. Whether or not Arthur was what he appeared, one thing was for sure — he had no interest in having us around.

“Is there anything you can tell us about the Pope before we go?” I asked him. “Any advice?”

“Don’t be a freeloader, repay your debts and don’t bother people too much.”

“I meant advice for dealing with the Pope.”

“Good advice applies to all situations,” said Arthur.

“What about the druids?” asked Maurice. “Are they going to cause any trouble?”

“They’re harmless,” said Arthur. “Just persistent. Like weeds.”

We were at the front door as he herded us through like a wily old sheepdog.

“And the giant green brain?” I asked as he began closing the doors on us.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Like broccoli,” said Maurice.

“No