"Allow me to consult with the master," intones the doorman, and closes the door to the two Knights without inviting them inside. A minute later, the door is reopened not by the doorman, but by a man whom the Knights first take for a merchant, for so he is dressed. He introduces himself in a thick burr, however, as Lord Raeburn.

"Ye'll forgive me if I let ye in mysael. Mae poor wee man has much tae do, these days. Come in, make yoursaelves at home. Drawing room's through here, that's it. Taek a seat."

Lord Raeburn pulls up a beautifully plush red armchair, and holds his hands up in apology as the Knights take a seat on armchairs which have clearly seen better days.

"Sorry aboot the furniture, I keep meanin' to replace the chairs, but it always slips my mind. So, what can I do fer ye? Or what is it ye're offerin' to do fer me, I'll grant?"



"The heavens keep the answers to our worldly problems...
the key is to know how to understand their ancient language"