yarrr, ye scurvy boy-king, halt ye whinin'

'Why weren't you afraid, Titus?' I said. 'Back then.'

'Who says I wasn't.'

'How did you learn to be brave, then?'

'At bravery school.'

'Where's that? Eton? Boer War? Edwardianland?'

Titus looked at me, his head on one side, exhaled smoke re-entering his mouth as he breathed in to speak. 'Right here, Sym. Right here.'

from The White Darkness by Geraldine McCaughrean