‘Is not having bigbang?’ ‘Your big bang, my dear professor, would leave this island in a devilish undesirable location.’ ‘Could firing otherwards round world mayhaps?’ the Professor said hopefully. ‘I fixing nordwestbang.’ ‘No, no, professor, that would push us out into the middle of the Atlantic, right over to Spain probably. Can’t you see, we don’t want the gun fired at all.’ The professor’s face fell. ‘Besides,’ Dido pointed out kindly, ‘you really can’t shoot poor old King James, you know!’ ‘Na, na, na, snat Kung Jimsbangen, ‘sKung Georgebangen. Kung George IV!’ ‘King George the Fourth?’ said Dido, bewildered. ‘But we haven’t got a King George! It’s King James the Third, bless his wig!’ The professor shook his head and burst into a flood of refutal, mostly in his own incomprehensible language, which it took some time to disentangle. ‘I see what it is,’ Dido said at length. ‘Those peevy culls have been leading him up the garden path, making him believe there was a Hanoverian king on the throne because he’s really against the Hanoverians and they wanted him to make the gun for them.
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