I resent the inclination that nothing is happening in grammar!!
*buggers off to watch more big bang theory*
Bring me the gold collar of the favourite hound of a Scythian queen, would you? Or the gold collar of the poor sod who was strangled to guard her grave for eternity. Unless he does his job and you end up skewered through the forehead by a long hatchet on a pole. You know, like a favourite horse. Or a favourite slave girl. Or an annoying Roman tourist.
