The Dentist's Despair [2 Trandary 4261]
Havune:That's wonderful news, Sythyry! It must delight you to be so easily bribeable -- or, rather, to have such a simple matter which your parent will offer you a bribe about.
Me:I certainly prefer it to following the orders of whoever's turn it is to give them.
Havune:Are you moving out, then?
Me:That wouldn't be kind to the rest of you, really.
Havune:No, but I wasn't asking precisely whether or not it would be kind.
Me:I think I will move out at the end of the term. I said I would stay for a full year, and stay a full year I shall. Despite every bit of offirrah in the house. Besides moving is a bother and a half, and the term starts tomorrow.
Havune wagged his tail broadly, and indicated four stew-encrusted leather pots that Dubaille had hidden under a chair over the last six days, rather than wash them.
Havune:Perhaps your new wealth could move us to a three-person apartment, in the way that takes no great amount of extra time or effort.
Yes, Dubaille is that bad. But no, he's not such a doorwayer to me as he is to Havune. I do not share a room with him, after all, and I might perhaps have shown him the trick of hiding pots.
Nonetheless, I am the brilliant conversationalist of Vheshrame. Any ordinary mortal would have been flabbergasted -- stunned -- shocked by such an idea ... would have gaped a moment in bewildered silence. (Unless they had thought of it already.) I, being the cogent and brilliant genius of repartee, simply chose to pause for a period of dignified, erudite quietude, as if to say, "This is a grave matter; it would be wrong for an immortal being such as myself to render a decision without undue deliberation."
I'm afraid that the difference was a bit too subtle for Havune, though. Especially as I forgot to keep flapping my wings, and was floating in front of him looking no doubt rather like a frog who has just eaten an arhoolie leaf instead of a fly.
Me:I wouldn't be sorry to see his tailtip tomorrow and none of the rest of him ever. I'm not sure that we could decently evict him, though.
Havune:If decency were a concern he should have had the decency to tell us the truth about his personal habits. If decency were a concern, he should clean his stewpots before they stink.
Me:I shall have to think on this further. After all, he is local nobility; one shouldn't mistreat him too much.
Havune:Sythyry, his title is entirely through his ex-wife. He was a dentist before he married her.
Me:That's what he was? I thought that's just what he was doing now for a bit of cash.
Havune:Yes, for he's got the training and the friends for it.
Me:Hardly one of the greater guilds, I imagine. Still, sending him to sleep under the boardwalk would be unkind. He won't see his children so easily there.
Havune:His children may thank you for that! When they're here they cry thoroughly to go home.
What should I do about Dubaille?