Good evening Sir CPhill and estemed guest.
Tis a question I have also pondered. How comes it that Sir CPhil is so immune to CDD.
I think tis just thine kind nature that were endowed upon thee at birth.
But perhaps thee hath a secret, one that not even Her Majesty knows of.
Does The Realm's humble servan have such a immunizing recipe Sir CPhill?
Patented it should be if thine does.....
Her Royal Highness,
Supreme Sovereign of the Realm of Camelot,
Good evening Sir CPhill and ye faithful subjects.
The queen doth give Her royal Blessing for thou, Sir CPhill, to take the boy Dragonlance as thine personal BS. (Brigadere Squire)
The Queen trusts that you have have instructed the boy properly on the great responsibility that will be bestowed upon him.
I see the duties of the Brigadere Squire hath already been defined and accepted by the boy.
Further it seems that Dragonlance has already had much experience in BS detection so he does not come without skills.
The Queen entrusts that said detection skills can be expanded and that the boy and Sisyphus soon find the ellusive Roman Zero.
Now tis time for the boy to be invested and to be put to work. This idleness is not good for him.
Do you not hear the Queen !!
This audience is now at an end!!
The Queen thinks she shall now retire.
Thankyou for your prompt attendance. The knave will help you with your Rum.
Do not be a stranger to Camelot. We have many people of ill health here. Just the other day and aging serf went upon his roof. He is rather crotchedly so a rope he tied around himself. Tis just as well or down he may have fell. He carried a great sledge hammer to fix some slipping thatch. A smaller hammer would have done the job but his eyesight is failing and he did not want to loose the sight of it. Down upon his finger he slambed the sledge! Poor fellow, his hand is the size of a football. Could thou please attend him before you leave the realm? Also please inform him that such activity is not appropriate at his advancing age.
Untill next time Churgeon Tud. I bid thee adieu :)
The Queen sees your advice to Nauseated regarding his Duck. You may be right, you are very wise. Nauseated breath could k**l a komodo Dragon! The poor duck would have no chance. Poor Duck. What a way to go.
Thank you my good Churgeon for finding my "Magick of the Quadratic" I do love this gift so much!
Oh no! I went to feed my pet vultures. On my I return I find the doctor of quackery at hand. I have a pet duck and he does not quack properly, maybe you can help.
See what Camelot has to put up with from Nauseated! That mutt has no respect for anyone or anything. See how he speaks of you, esteemed Churgeon Tud. The Queen offers Her deepest appologies on behalf of all Camelot, she also is again considering terminating the Mutt. The reason the duck does not quack properly is that Nauseated terminated it! Not even a Great Chiurgeon can cure death! Poor duck
"Aye, Your majesty. Many thanks to thee and your royal house. It be exceeding rare that I be paid before service is rendered".
No, no, no thou hath misunderstood.
That barrel be payment for the knaves service. Thou hath not been paid yet!
Here be your payment! I trust it is to you liking my dear Doctor.
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?
Yes the Royal mutt AND his fleas be more nauseating - I mean nauseous than usual. He likes to knaw on decaying vermon. This be his problem. The rest of the realm just has to adjust to the unpleasant consequences. The Queen is thinking of terminating this pet. Perhaps a maltese terrier, one with good manners, may be more to Her liking. But then, there is something about Nauseated..... He has ATTITUDE!
Perhaps a tonic he needeth? He needeth mouth wash, this be a FACT!
Maybe a tonic, but The Queen is not so sure she wants to nurse him back to his full repugnance! ://
Hath thee found the Queen's Quadratic yet?
Why Chuigeon Tud, cannot the Queen of the magical realm of Camelot call thee forth without an alterior motive.
I have mislaid thine great gift. Can thee use thine enchanted Crystal sphere to uncover the whereabout of the Queen's "Majick of the quadratic" The Queen hath looked under her bed but since the Queen lays in a new resting place each night it was not there!
It is so good to see you Chiurgeon, it has been such a long time. The Queen was in exile for the longest time.... The nasty troll Nauesated banished her from the realm but now Nauseated laments - he sees the foolishness of his ways and begs the Queen's return. What says your Crystal Sphere? Is the magical realm of Camelot ready for the Queen's return?
The Queen hath been awaken from Her Royal slumber.
She sees the vermin Nauseated is still within the realm.
Fetch the Good Doctor, the Queen needeth the physicians healing hands.
She also seeks his excessively ingratiating graces.
Go knave, search high and low and bring the physician upon this fair day !
A thought before you go, add some salt to this request - tell him there be 20 barrels of rum in the Royal cellar.
His if he be here within the day. And another barrel for you my knave - Bring forth Chiurgeon Morgan Tud !!
Good day Chuirgeon Tud.
It be a bonny eve. Thank thee for appearing so promptly.
We of Camelot hath missed thy presence. Can thee linger in the passages of this magical castle for a while. Thy weary bones need resting from all the great travel thee has had in recent times. Yes stay. Tend our ill and provide us with the healing powers of thy great humour.
Hath thee seen my sister-in-law Morgan Le Faye. She be a very powerful Sorceress.
Perhaps we of Camelot can call upon her to help control our unruly Troll. Of her I did not think.
Perhaps Sir CPhill can take the path and search out the boulder of Sisyphus and Lady Morgan at one time.
What say you Sir CPhill?