Alas, our brave knight relapsed. It pains me greatly to tell you, that in the past week or so, I haven't once seen him so much as stir from his chamber. This cold weather is doing no good for his health at all - it freezes his brains and causes his throat to close up most uncomfortably: thus he hasn't been doing any adventures worthy of my recording them here. He has been sleeping a lot, and most probably dreaming a lot, but I am not yet learned enough to know the nature of these dreams, adventurous or otherwise, so I cannot record them either. I will continue to study his excellency with the utmost care and attention to every utterance, groan or tune, that may spring forth from his fair lips (for in his present state, that is the closest he will get to an adventure), but as yet, he hasn't even got so far as any of those activities. He has contented himself (if contentment is the right word) with staying wrapped up in his chamber, beneath those fair sheets and divans that so warmly encase his fine form, awaiting fairer weather in which to adventure. When that day comes, I assure you once again, I will record with the utmost dilligence, for the pleasure of all who care to read.

Regards,

Your faithful scribe.