I have no idea my lady if I have sent you the 5 pence, but when I come back from the deep forest of the place called Foxwood Sunday, I will send a courier...who will risk the dangers of the midlands to hand you the gold pieces you desire. In the interminable time, as the moon moves slowly to the outer portions of the universe, the wizard and I will be chasing the huged winged repile so stealthy and furtive (and I hope to catch that dang dragon him on the pia gow table).