"Come, Flavius", said Greco, "and sit with me, and listen to my tale."
"There once were two bitter enemies, the Count of Radholt and the Earl of Orrenby. They despised each other as much as two men could outside of blood-feudery, for their characters were anathema to each other and they could not bear to hear the other speak. Nonetheless, one day, they were both obliged to speak, for they were travelling to court, and happened to chance upon each other when they came to a tree fallen across the road, blocking the path.'Well go on, you big brute, ', said the Earl, 'shift it; that you might live up to your talents as a labourer'. The Count replied: 'Once, a forester met a nobleman and his retinue in the woods as they rode to hunt. The woodsman stepped up to the path and told the noble "Go no further!", and the noble, enraged at being spoken to so by a commoner, drew his sword, and, in passing, slew him. He rode on, and then a weakened tree fell on him and crushed him and all his men.''What the hell are you talking about', said the Earl, when an arrow sprouted from his neck. 'Dunno, I just needed to distract you while my marksman got into place', said Radholt, and nodded to the archer."
"A most interesting tale, Flavius," said Greco, "Though I do now fear for my life a tad".
