Percival had now got Bessie in the bush. Needless to say, with his sheltered life, this was a new experience for him. At first, it was rather novel and exciting. Even romantic perhaps. He quickly kissed Bessie on the snout and declared his undying love for her. He painted a picture of a romantic future for them both. They could now choose any future they wanted. They could become rich merchants. They could become rulers of a state. They could become highway bandits or sea pirates. Robbing the poor to give to the rich. Or, was it supposed to be the other way around? Anyway, it did not matter, as long as thet could wear dramatic costumes that would show off their bravado and gallantry to all. And, Bessie would be queen of all.