and I, as you know, am Roberts.

How is that possible...

since he's been marauding twenty years...

and you only left me five years ago?

I myself am often surprised at life's little quirks.

What I told you before about saying please was true.

It intrigued Roberts...

as did my description of your beauty.

Finally, Roberts decided something.

He said, "All right, Westley, I've never had a valet.

"You can try it for tonight.

"I'll most likely kill you in the morning."

Three years he said that.

"Good night, Westley, good work. Sleep well.

"I'll most likely kill you in the morning."

It was a fine time for me.

I was learning to fence, fight, anything anyone would teach me.

And Roberts and I eventually became friends...

and then it happened.

What? Go on.