"This? This book is called the Legend of Alexander. It's the story of Alexander the Great, about how he conquered the wondrous lands of the East, where jewels grow on vines and crops can talk."
"A legend indeed."
"I like this book. I just bought it from a bookseller for a whole nine shillings."
"What about Don Quixote?"
"I hate that book now. I just want to read something pleasant.
Of course, I know Don Quixote is funny, but that just makes the story all the more tragic.
You should repent for writing it.
If you were still a Priest, you'd better not make any mistakes, or I'll find a way to have you hanged—unless you help me fix the ending." Emma tore her eyes from the book and glanced at Eric.
"That sounds rather harsh." Eric shrugged.
"So be thankful you're a Count now. You're so lucky. Look at you, the Earl of Gloucester, a miracle forged in four months. Even a Minstrel couldn't make up a story like this.
