Uhziel... Uhziel, a weak whisper resounded on the dim lit hall.

The quick steps of

a young monk answered the call. The door was ajar and the monk slithered his way,
trying not to make any sound, into the room. His robes were not aligned, his boots
were drenched in mud, and his hands were filthy. Very slowly he approached the
large bed, kneeled and said:"My lady, here stands you most humble servant Uhziel".
The silky voice answered: Though you say it time and time again, I grow fond of it
by the day. And you are late. Sorry Lady Gisela. Go to your room, and cleanse
yourself, and put a nice robe. A few moments later,Uhziel the monk, appeared. His
face gleaming with happiness, a wide smile with some yellow teeth, the most
beautiful smile of the entire castle, and the lady's favorite apron, a flower
apron. He sat by her side and said:"My lady, your health seems to be improving!".
And you say that time and time, I grow tired of it by the day! I know death is
creeping in my way, watching me day and night. As do I milady. Death comes for
everybody! So be it, but tell me, monk, what has caused your delay? I was tending
to my plants, when a man jumped on me and
threatened me with a sword, so I unsheated my sword too,
and fought fiercely to death with the man and his band of
marauders. Oh! please Uhziel do not make me laugh, you know
I cannot laugh, it makes me cough and worsens my health.
A feeble slap on the monks hand showed indignation with care.
"As you wish my lady". Well what shall you read me today?
I was thinking of something else, perhaps.Like what? A song! Wow, I am already
impressed. Sing it then!

"Gisela my lady
please do not be mad
if I am allowed to speak
I'd like to say I am glad!

You know I am a fool

I cannot hide it
its on everything I do
But I am glad
to know and serve you!"

Your skills do surely lack expertise, yet I love your emotion.

Thank you my lady, If I may, I shall start by checking your pulse
His hand met hers, and softly but firmly grasped her wrist and counted to fifteen.
He then said:"I sense a disturbance, a extreme joy! Your pulse is high!" That is
but amazing news! The sentence came with a pleasant laughter, a sign of approval.
After a detailed measurement he uttered:"I might say my lady is even growing
fatter!" Oh for your insolence you should be dangling!
It is the truth nontheless lady! Oh Uhziel, you do brighten my day! Well lady, what
book do you wish me to read? The law, monk.