I quite thank you for your time, my lords, but this must be seen to.
Come now, what was it you were saying?
My lord, we had been taking the horses out of the stable so that their stalls could be cleaned and a young kitchen boy -- Marten, his name is -- got on the wrong side of one and was kicked pretty well in the chest. I wouldn’t have bothered you with it, but your sister Mya was returning from a ride and told me to alert you immediately.












