GOT2: Terryon's Gun

XI

Prince Jammy had taken enough shit to last a lifetime. He had led armies of dicks against the hairy Norse. He had listened to the sneering of his dead dad Taiwan. And worst of all he had taken a lot of grief from his golden sister Cecelia who was also his wife. Jom was still reeling with grief about the deaths of Joffo, Tam and Masala and didn't need to get it any further in the ear from her. He had decided enough was enough and he needed to be with the only Linnolister who had truly loved him, Tarrion. The black bird had come fast urging Jim to get to Australia as soon as possible. Lady Dean had a huge army of dragoons, cowboys, Iraqis and Greeks. She was even listening to baldies now. Sersee was going to be apoplectic with rage but she would get over it. She loved only hate and bile now.

But the real icing on the cake was the fabulous weapon he had dreamed up in his clever head. It was surely the key to Lomistro success. With this weapon he and his brother would be able to get back on top. Lord Jimm ran down to the steps with his rucksack of casual clothes and spare hands. Clasped to his belt was his special gold sword called 'Lion Pal'. James was excited, his whole life he had dreamed of seeing a cowboy. And now was his chance.