Nobility? The Princess and the Pay Clerk! This was all getting to be a bit too much for him. Norman pressed the pen to paper on yet another banking form. Rich, dark, ink gushed forth, flowing across the pristine sheet and blank forms.

"Oh bloody 'ell!" Norman exclaimed, dropping the pen and rushing to save undamaged stationary. He must have cracked a nib. He even pushed her ornate fan out of harms way. Norman didn't pretend to understand the details of politics in far away lands; he barely understood the details of politics in Britain at times. He did understand unhappy customers and the manager had said to treat her very well.

"I am sorry about that, Miss." Norman began, his arms and hands atwitter as he moved quickly to get the desk sort of presentable again. "I'll correct these forms personally and present them for your signature. You would like them to read Hay-why-anne. Could you spell that for me please?"