Ursala turned to Gunther and said, "Young man, we are going to examine the available forensic evidence to determine your guilt or innocence. If we find that you are guilty of committing unnatural acts with your sheep, we will either turn you into forensic evidence at the tanner's shop, or we will send you to Wales. My father the King, who's a wicked old thing with manners most alarming, will decide which."

Gunther paled. "Madam!" he quavered. "Ohhhh madam, oh madam ...!" he semi-quavered. "Please, just have me flayed. Being sent to Wales is too horrible a fate to contemplate!"

Ursala smiled regally, and ...


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