Sounds of muted laughter came from Marc Antony's tent. Inconti-patra gave it one last hurt glance, then walked away.
"Did you notice how happy Cleopatra sounds?" she mused.
"I'll say this, for a queen her eyesight's not up to scratch," mouse replied, hurrying to catch up with her. "Did you notice she totally failed to realise you're dressed just like her?"
"Huh?" Incon patted the wig, the dress, held up the Flail & Sceptre. "Oh, yeah...forgot about that..."
"Forget about Marc, Incon," MRed sympathised, patting her on the shoulder.
"Too right," Incon fumed. "All men are bast--"
"Sh!!" Mouse put a hand over her mouth. "Language! D'you want Reck to hear you?"
They all stopped and cast their gazes heavenward. There wasn't a piston-powered cloud in the sky.
"Well," Incon shook with frustration, "all men are...really, really BAD PEOPLE!"
They joined the team of elephant herders long enough for Incon to arrange transport for "that throne-hogging slapper and the really really BAD PERSON" in Tent Nine.
As they walked away they were passed by a Roman soldier. "Evenin', ladies," he said, smiling & doffing his helmet.
"Oh, that's what you ALL say!" Incon exploded, unable to hold it in any more. "At first it's all 'Evenin', ladies' and 'You look lovely tonight, darling' and 'Of course I'll take you for a ride in my new chariot, light of my life'. Then one Lambada and you're off! You're all two-timing BAS--"
MRed, Mouse and 'Hotep struggled to clamp her mouth shut. Mouse smiled apologetically at the soldier, who was looking at them warily and slowly backing away. "Nice night for it," she tried to joke.
"Quick! Get her up on Tusky's back before she blurts out anything else!" 'Hotep ordered.