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

Miles exhaled carefully, faint with rage and reminded grief. He does not know, he told himself. He cannot know.... "Ivan, one of these days somebody is going to pull out a weapon and plug you, and you're going to die in bewilderment, crying, 'What did I say? What did I say?' "

"What did I say?" asked Ivan indignantly.

from The Warrior's Apprentice by Lois McMaster Bujold