Sir Humphrey makes the fateful decision to break eye contact with the goat. He will later reflect, in various taverns, that this was probably fine. He sidles toward Reginald, who immediately rotates his parchment with the speed of a man whose entire career is managing information access. Humphrey cranes. The parchment is dense with a minute, precise hand. He manages to read: "hereafter referred to in all subsequent records as the Incident of the Goat," and below it, underlined twice: "did demonstrate a confusion of mammal and office not hitherto recorded in the knightly annals of this or any adjacent realm." Reginald meets his gaze. The expression is that of a man who has found his vocation. "It's very thorough," Reginald says. A pause. "I used both sides."