Rhosgen was still a bit addled, and the head butt pushed him onto his back. He stared up at the tree canopy in surprise and then started to laugh.
The wher grunted, apparently satisfied with that, and shifted back. Rhosgen clearly wasn't eating the wherry right now so he picked it back up, hefting it easily in his jaws. ((Follow,)) he directed firmly.
Blackadder: I mean, what about the people that do all the work?
Baldrick: The servants.
Blackadder: No, me; *I'm* the people who do all the work.