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Ah my dear lady. You shall always be royalty to me. The queen is a fool for chasing away such as yourself. However if you ever need you may come and enjoy my hospitality and those of my friends. We would be glad to have your splendid company. With much love and friendship, Sir Taron Belski MacLean Bart.

so i think i shall stick to my modern English. This is P and to me we are all Royalty. My first friend!!!

Lady, thy tale be one of sadness and grief and doth mar the Spirit of Faire. Not of ye lady, but of the tale do I write.

‘Tis within my witt that Faire be for merriment and pleasure. Such as thou hast described hath no place therein and I do fear those which play the sport for power and not mirth hath lost their way.

‘Tis a great shame unto my way of thinking for the loss be theirs and they do not have the witt of it! None be blind as those with eyes that can see and do not.

Let the spirit of Faire – in all its festive glory – be thy balm, lady. Shed ye all thy bitterness, as a snake doth its skin, and go ye forth as the Spirit of Faire be greater than they and it wilt prevail.

You shall be ever missed My Lady. Methinks Her Majesties Court hath lost unto itself a bright star who's radiance did shine bright with great fervor and who's might shall be seen not for some time to come.

May God, in His Divine and mysterious wisdom, keep, hold and protect you ever.

Your most loyal and loving friend

Sir Christopher Hatton

Ever dearest My Lady St. Loe, what ever do you mean that you "Shall" miss me. The method in which you speak is of the the future?

Well how now dearest My Lady St. Loe?
The seasons have passed all too eagerly since last we did set our eyes upon one another. I pray all is well with you My Lady.
Till next faire Goodly Lady, God keep you.
Sir Christopher Hatton

M'Lady St. Loe, as always it was the utmost pleasure to see you and Lady Grace this past weekend. And, may I say your son was quite charming as well. You should be quite proud. I await next weekend with great anticipation.

Until then. . .

Fair Thee Well.

Master Hall

Dearest My Lady St. Loe.

I am well remembered of my last exploits of foot, for I was much put out of air for it. And as Her Majesty pleases, I shall with joyous step all, dance my way into Her heart yet once more. I am also wit of some most excellent verse that methinks wouldst please the ears of any daughter of Eve. I shall submit unto thy mind the total worth of my verse come Faire.

God Save You Madam.

Sir Kit Hatton

HUZZAH!!! Hail and well met good my Lady St. Loe. I pray that all doth proceed well with your Ladyship. I do count the days till out next Faire.

God Keep You Madam

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