Look, your Grace, you've been insulted by a little boy who can't spell.
*shudder* and he's smarter than the lot of the nobility. Shall the
servants cower in fear? Will the castle walls crumble about our very
ears? Perhaps we should just surrender now and grovel at the child's
feet lest he destroy us all with his superior intellect.

Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Midautumn, in the year 72 MA.