— Where is he?
— He's gone out in pursuit of a young agrimonia. A noble but shy plant, not easy to find. It could take him all day.
— All day?!
— It is invaluable, sire. It's properties open up both the liver and the spleen.
— He's in the tavern, isn't he?
— No, sire!
— Well, when he's finished opening up his liver and his spleen, tell him he has exactly one hour to sober up and get to my chambers.
Drunkenness reveals what soberness conceals.
— You've been sober for eight days. As far as I know, you've made no new conquests.
— Well, that's something.
— Eight days. Practically whitewashed.