Da—da da—da da. Ubbi—doobie—doo. Da—da da—da da.” “Ubbi, stop singing that tiresome drivel over and over and over, or I swear I will cut out your bloody tongue,” Tykir growled from atop his horse. “By the Faith! I am beginning to hear your lackwit name-song in my dreams now.” “Now, Tykir, don’t u...