Countess, Don't think for a second you can cut me out of your little "business venture." You and I both know those rich clients of yours aren't paying you in compliments. We have a deal here. Gods know I've kept my end of the bargain, and I bet the queen would be very interested to know about yours. I've been more than patient with you. It's time to PAY UP. Remember, "Your Highness," I'm your only source of supply. When you're goldless in the gutter again, you think those snobs you rub elbows with will give you a second glance? Or are you gunning for a prison cell this time around? Pleasure doing business, —H (You notice the familiar raven symbol at the bottom of the page.)