The phelot therefore rises till thou dost grant mercy.

I seth forth into my duties of recruiting knights and damsels for the tasks ahead against the most false, foul, cowardly a creature. But where art champions knights or damsels to take this cause hands on and wager a battle on him and bringeth him into this castle or to lie for evermore in durance? If none shall maketh the deed, by my faith I will prove my might! I shall look upon the lost and rare-seen hawk of the hill to hunt the gay-blood boy. The hawk of the hill nameth also a "phelot" art a mystical bird that seths himself to be seen every 175 years for it is sacred and never communes with any other creature. He art a powerful predator against butterflies and other winged infestations of the skies e.g. gay-blood boys. First thing today I hath seth forth to the black forest of Bavaria to hunt one for this task. I hast my new net, new red binoculars which match perfectly with my gold and also new red robes, new human leather boots, magical rose-code ring and of course my fabulous pink feathered fabelo all for the occasion. I hast a good manuscript on birdwatching nameth itself "If looking is not a sin, atractive birds where art thou?" with the description of the phelot and the intonation of some of his chirps that sayeth in reality warnings to the seeker. This shall I say to the phelot in his native tong: "--Sir Phelot, thy hour hast come that thou must join me to declare war on the gay blood boy, because he is consuming your resources, not enjoying your company, does not like thee and wants your job (I addeth some color to start the convincing gossip,...namely this : I ikââe iii, pio, iiili arsapililí, .... or else thou sufferest the ... ikéâ iii pio pi iii arsa guatekéèéè...)"
No pain, no gaaaaain. Oh..., I think I just saw one flying ......... .....around that fig tree... Any false movement shall give out my real intentions so let's keep reaaaaaaaaaly quiiiiiiiet..... Oh dear, what a luck ! He is looking at me right now as if saying what a marvelous day this is! Oh... oh -oh , NOOOOOO! I shall keep recruiting damsels and knights for the open war for the next 175 years at least. Damn. ¯