People say the high road is the way of virtue.

That’s because they don’t know the story.

Two brothers captured, locked in the Tower. Death for one, life for the other. They get to decide.

“Get to,” like it’s a nice thing. More like choosing between arsenic and a pit of vipers.

High road walks away.

Low road gets split body and soul–in the ground and going home.

“I’ll be in Scotland before ye…”

It seems the highest road is the low one.