The Sicilian ambassador entered the room. A number of foreign guests had arrived and gathered during his absence and he was not able to recognize all of them but the ones he had already met about one month before. Seeligford’s gait could not escape notice: his steps were still insecure and a walk-aid revealed the consequences of an accident. It was just a couple of days after his arrival at the Castel de Stryke when he decided to go for a solitary ride in the woods and have a look around.
He took the country side way at a decent speed and was enjoying the fresh sweat air of that early morning when suddenly a still undefined “something” crossed the way: his horse got in panic and reacted in less of any common notion of "short time, raring up and jumping around like creasy: largely before he could even try to keep safe on it, the Sicilian was thrown onto the ground, that very much kindly kissed him softly with its generous grass but … fate had decided it was time for a massive stone to be there, enslaved in earth and captive, exactly between it and his left leg: the misfortunate event kidnapped awhile the ambassador, who lost his nerve scaring loudly the silence with a number of indecent and obscene italian words: deeply and long he took in air , in a sort of a self-given order to self control and decency The ambassador was famous for the unusual way he used to face things… That time he had looked up to Heaven and thanked the Celestial Executive Staff over there for having arranged the crash trajectory of that stone with his leg and not, for example, with his blond head, what should have had unquestionably lethal results: this last case had also transformed by all odds that “thank-you” in a very personal “why?”, a questionable but most inevitable and face-to-face event with Saint Peter.
Leaning on a stick and limping in earnest, the Ambassador proceeded to the guests, smiled and spoke:
"Dear Colleagues, Excellences… I must apologize for my long absence. As you can easily see it was not exactly pleasure what held me busy till today. Anyway, now I’m fine enough to move my steps in autonomy – ‘tis evident the impropriety to defining this as “to walk” – I’m back and ready to fulfil my obligations towards all of you and my Crown. Please, give me only a couple of days to read everything, to hear around colleagues’ opinions and to inform my Parliament."
The ambassador apologized for a moment, and proceeded to the bar where he helped himself with a good Sherry. That time his swiftness was remarkable and notable ... as averybody ought to have observed ...
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Subject: Re: Diplomatic Conference Room 
Mon Jan 04, 2010 6:16 pm
