Eleven greetings in the corridor today. Appraise every one of them and the whole day's gone.

• Sir DionOne of those eleven was me. Did that make it into your count too, Your Highness?
  LucionYou I left out. Nothing to lose there.
• Marchioness ValenWhile Your Highness appraises, the candidates grow older.
  LucionYour ledger runs faster than mine, I'd wager.