What insolence doest mine eyes behold: Ye haveth names of twain, and they be Elaine and Grace. Do thy names belongest to thy tongues, or is thy tongue only one yet be forked like that of a serpent? Enlighten us, fair maiden.
It seemeth thy phone and tablet be smart but it stopeth for thee at the twelfth annum of thy life.
What say ye, Sir CPhill? Didst thou pun(ish)eth us with thy words, or hath the great affliction of this land that thee knowest as CDD come upon thee in a great wave of thunder so that even the gods be deaf?
Thee are most welcome your Majesty.
To thee your Majesty, for the gift of rum, I thank thee. I shall never be in want again.
This surf ye speak of, there be another I attendeth to not a week ago thence, he be like the one ye speak of except it be his foot the mallet landeth up on. He be greatful it not be an ax he swingeth.
In thy service always
See what Camelot has to put up with from Nauseated! That mutt has no respect for anyone or anything.
He doeth seem to bite often, but he doest not maul. A strange troll dog to behold for sure.
His duck may yet be alive, but perhaps the vapors of his breath take that of the duck to the aether. Holdest thy breath Nauseated when thee be near thy duck and the quacking may returneth.
Aye, Your majesty. Many thanks to thee and your royal house. It be exceeding rare that I be paid before service is rendered.
I have beheld the dialogues and it seemeth the royal mutt is more nauseous than be his norm. Hath he delivered vomit on the floor of thy royal palace?
Perhaps a tonic he needeth?
Aye, Your Majesty, I be at thy call in an instant and that be well less than a week where I be.
My eyes do always wonder at the crystal sphere which beckons at the behest of Your Majesty, or the Royal Princess, and the royal mutt, too. There be only one other who calleth me on this sphere, and I pray she not appear in any form. Her name be Morgan . . .
How may I serve thee?
Aye, my Lady.
The young lady in waiting speaks true, your servant seeth no demons that be nigh her, nor near her shadows of turning. This just be the fevers of Spring that carrieth over to the summer that be so in the northern lands.
Perhaps a tonic would fair her well. Rosewater may be that which she needeth.
In your Majesty’s service.
Morgan Tud M-1
Greetings, Your Majesty:
The anniversary of Sir CPhill’s knighthood be the tenth this inst. I remember this well, for it be during a time when ye were considering lobbing off mine head for insolence.
Yea, Sir CPhill, whom His Majesty hath just Knighted, stood as a guard to the chambers of the Knights and did witness the circular pun and the leads to a circular paradox by Sir Cumference.
By your leave, Sir CPhill.
In your service, Your Majesty.
Greetings Your Majesty:
It would seem mine compassion lacketh, but only to those who embrace the darkness of ignorance as a way of life. Such be not mine attitude to those who be just afflicted by the by. For them I be willing to help.
To expend the energy to help those who embraceth the darkness of ignorance as a way of life, may compel a weariness and apathy in well-doing that so dilutes natural compassion that it may become not effective in helping those who truly desire treatment. Compassion, as with all resources, be of limited supply. I must needs to choose to rightly divide it, lest it become useless for all.
There be a man who came to me for treatment of his arm that he injured by the sharp edge of a tree bough. He waited several days before seeking treatment and his arm became purple and black as the infection moved to his blood. I drained his wound and instilled a tincture made from a crystal often found with salt and it be called iodine.
Many times I useth this and it stopeth the infection well more often than not. I wrappeth his wound and speaketh to him that he not tend to it in any manner and return two days hence for another instilment of tincture, and he sayeth yea. But this man straightway taketh the counsel of those who embraceth dark knowledge and foolishness, and he placeth under the bandage the wing of a bat to aid and expedite the healing.
When he returneth two days hence, his arm be largely consumed with the gangrene, and the fevers of h**l taketh hold of his bode with fury. The crystals of iodine tincture haveth little power over this corruption, and in the end, I sendeth him to oblivion with rum and amputate his arm.
They who gave this counsel bear witness to this result every time, yet they continue to embrace it and persuadeth others it be true and good. For them it be a way of life.
I would ask her Majesty if this man would have done well to avoid contact with those who be willfully afflicted with the dark ignorance that be contagious?
While her Majesty would never be persuaded by their dark foolishness, I would ponder the point of having them near, except perhaps as court jesters. Their foolishness will bring weariness and drag down those who would learn from her Majesty’s wisdom and knowledge.
In your Majesty’s service.
Morgan Tud M-1