"Put down your weapons!" ordered Luigi Vanya, making an imperative gesture with one hand, while with the other he removed his hat respectfully. "Pardon, monsieur le comte," he said. "But I was so far from expecting this visit, that I took you for yet another entish vendetta attempt."
"You have, it seems, a short memory indeed," said the Count. "For you forget not only faces, but binding promises sworn upon the Precious." He held aloft the Ring, and a terrible light shone therefrom and illumined the entire fortress, showing precisely how badly written the graffiti were.
"Which conditions have I forgotten, Master?" said Vanya.
"That not only my person, but that of my friends is sacred."
"When have I done tha..."
