Mad Julie
Once again, sarcasm unnecessarily accompanies your words.
While I am aware of your heroic ‘services’ to the men of the village, I see that your prime interest is in the ‘care’ you wish to supply to a wealthy one. Perhaps, if you did not spend your day playing with ducats, counting them and otherwise exchanging them for other forms of commerce, the Castle’s potential customers would be better served.
Your constant harangues against Miss Lottabodi are beneath contempt. She has done nothing to you except to advance the business of which you wish to be a part. I have investigated her ‘equipment’ and found it blemish free. Your spies must be talking about one of the dwarfs. Or a sheep.
Finally, if your desire is to covet this ‘Hopeful’ person, and, in your words, “taking time out from my busy day to treat our guest to the exemplary entertainment he has come to expect”, then I welcome your involvement. To that end, I will arrange an audience composed of some members of the Castle’s staff, Captain Sword, a few of his men, one or two dwarfs and me. We will watch the ‘exemplary entertainment’ you wish to provide, and, if necessary, critique it. Your words, actions and positions will be judged. I suspect it will end, once and for all time, the immodest boasting you seem to enjoy. When and if ‘Hopeful’ is pleased, and we are pleased, if Captain Sword is pleased. the dwarfs arrive, then you can become a member of the staff.
We await your decision.
Dragon