"Where art thou m'lord?" Yelled the man at the gates.
"Nay, answer me! Stand and unfold yourself for thou'st presence intrudes unto me and the hour hast hit the twelfth!"
"Long live thee, thou weariness is expected. It is much ye've endured during these months. I bow before thee as yours sincerely, Cornelius!"
"Ye gods! Lower down the gates for a cherished guest has arrived at our hearth to warm his feet!" The king bellowed at his servants from his tower-side balcony. "Thou'lt no longer be bitten by the heart-stopping frost."
"I thank thee, m'lord." Cornelius spoke through raspy breaths, as he stepped as hastily as possible through the mounting snow.
Inside the Keep...
"Welcome home, my old friend. Thee art welcome within these battlements for as long as thou'lt need."
"C'est maginifique!" Cornelius exclaimed as he followed the king in; "I shall be staying for as long as I will not have a home to return to. I do hope thou shall have me for a time so uncertain?"
"Of course, of course. Thee shall stay for as long as thee shall need. Thou knowst thee art welcome within my hallowed halls whenever!"
Down in the dungeon, away from the public eye...
"Hast thou the documents?" Said a voice from the shadows.
"Aye.." Said the man now descending the stone-brick stairs.
"Pass 'em over... Thou'lt not understand the importance of these memes."
"Oh I have an idea, bud."
"Thou will not understand, yet it is imperative that I deliver them."
"So be it." The English-accented man said as he pulled his hood over his head and ascended the stairs once more.
