Let us say you are accused of burning down a farm.

Whose?

Er...let us say, a farmer named...William?

Well, can't see it happening, but get along.

Now, Pelly, you claim you haven't. What does he do then?

Well, he keeps his mouth shut if he knows what's good for him!

No, Pellinore. He takes you to court.

Ah! And we fight there!

No, Pellinore. Look, in the court, there is a prosecutor for Farmer William and a defendant for you.

Oh, I see! I see! And they fight!

No. In the court there is also a jury, who decides whether you are guilty or not guilty.

Well, what's the jury got to do with it? None of their damn business in the first place! Any jury finds me guilty, I'll have a whack at every last one of 'em!

Then you'd be charged with murder, Pelly!

Well, the ruddy thing's endless! Another jury finds me guilty, and I'll have to have a whack at them! And so on and so on, and whacking and whacking--

Oh, Pellinore, forget it! You will never burn down a barn, you will never know a farmer named William and you will never, ever, be found in a court!

Not without my ruddy sword I won't!