Sir Guy glanced over at the man that seemed to take offense at the way he spoke of the Irish. It came as no surprise to the English knight that the man was of Celtic blood. Of course he would be taking offense to what Guy was saying. They always were looking for a fight.
“The whiskey is fine,” Guy responded, adding to himself that the whiskey got better with each drink. “I simply could not remember what it was called.” And that could be the end of any further hostilities between the two men. However, Guy was not about to let some Irishman think he had backed down from him.
“As for the Irish people, I think they have been better off since Prince John became Lord of Ireland.” Guy nodded to the bartender as his drink was served. He put his coins on the bar, thankful that The City’s establishments did not seem to have any problem with taking his money, even if it did have Richard’s face stamped on it. He had seen some of the paper money that most people seemed to be using, but he just did not understand how that did not get ruined after a few hours in a pouch. Although, it was lighter than gold coins. He may need to look into this further.
“Perhaps under English rule the Irish will renounce their pagan ways and become as civilized as the rest of the world.”