QueenGuinevere

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,

Queen Guinevere.

Good, thee art practicing the skill of self amusement.

It be a wondrous skill.

I myself am an excellent player of the game though perhaps not so good as Dragonlance for I have no ants to call upon to help. :(

A good day to you Mistress Coldplay.

    Yes the Queen thinks that thou shall try to be thoughtful.

            Can be difficult - this we do acknowledge.

                    But the Kingdome of Camelot requries us to do our best.

                           Her Royal Highness,

                                   Queen Guinevere. 

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.