Greetings my lord! I trust you slept well. I know it was only yesterday that your father died, but the business of the kingdom must go on. Your father gave me instruction to be to you an adviser just as I was to him. My name is Raphael, and I am at your service.
Now to the business at hand: It seems your father was poisoned! We believe it was a matter of witchcraft!
You see, the problem is like this: How can we tell which of your people is the witch? Now your father was not the first to suffer at this witch’s hand, and I dare say he’ll be not the last! We must get rid of the wicked person who is at this stage unknown and unstopped. Who ever it is, they have been hard at work conjuring sorrows for our small territory.
So, I’ve taken the liberty to see a wise man, and he has told me the quickest way to put a stop to this witch. This is the wise man’s solution to our problem: First, the old wise man gave me this apple. He says it’s a very special apple, and that we should plant as many orchards as we can from this very apple, for the scent from the blossoms of these apple trees will drive the witch, whom ever it be, far away from us! Witches, so the old man tells me, hate the sweet perfume of this particular type of apple tree.
The second and much more effective thing the wise man advised was having your kingdom blessed by God. There is nothing a witch despises more than people of faith.
I know it seems soon, but we must act now! There’s no time to mourn your father’s passing, and for that I am indeed sorry. But if not is done, I fear we shall all soon join him in the sleep of death. Make haste, Sire, and take action! Although you will surely rid your kingdom of this menace, the witch is sure to cause much trouble before leaving.
May God help us!