and I promise you, daughter or not, princess or not,

Brute or not, lout or not, if I so decide, you'll marry Griswold.

And... no! Not you, jester, not you.

you may not find gold or silver but a richer prize

and lovers are not sent by the gods.

Not so fast! Unhand the king, and surrender!

And suppose I do not wish to marry Griswold?

would put Griswold and not himself at the king's right hand!

And just in time. He comes not a moment too soon.

and not only for one, but for two! What a prize!

I've seen this monster, and it's not for nothing he's called the grim and gruesome grisly Griswold.

he is not the Giacomo I met and negotiated with in Europe!

not quite so hard... long live the king and down with his enemies.

And aunts. Let us not talk about their swollen, twisted, pain ridden bodies.

No teacher to take me to mold me and make me a merry mad fool or an elf!

How know you that this is the royal child and not some outrageous impostor?

But if he's not Giacomo, who could he be, and what does he want?