Jamie Caregiver carries Duke Usleiva through the woods.
Duke Usleiva : I doth feelest weak... I fear tonight bringeth mine death.
Jamie Caregiver : Yous arrite laaaa, I'll suv yous.
Duke Usleiva : Mine eyes doth failest. Doth these trees yonder haveth balls? Am I crazy
Jamie Caregiver : Nah not dewlally; Yis, de trees 'uv cockweights. It wuz Keen-Robbie he wished the Genie; sed he wanted "T'ree Balls". Am tak'n yous ter de genie now.
The two men approach a little hut in a clearing. A Genie comes running out, tripping over a log falling face first into the dirt. He struggles to his feet.
Genie Traore : Hark, sir Jamie, and the Duke Usleiva. I hath forseen thy coming. Thou wishest I save the Duke's life?
Jamie Caregiver : Yis, Genie Traore 'e is one o' me mates. Ay wish ter use me last wish ter suv 'is loife.
Duke Usleiva : Please I beseech thee, save me. And retie thy robes, it cameth undone when thou fellest. Thy hath an ungodly tackle Traore.
The Genie attempts to retie his robe but ties his arm up in the process.
Genie Traore : Then thou knowest what must be done. I needth the blood of a virgin.
Jamie Caregiver : Duke, yous stay e'yer, let de genie blimp afti yous- I'll bowl collect Garynee Vile's blewd.
Jamie hands the Duke to the Genie and rushes off into the woods. The duke passes out. The Genie, struggles to carry the Duke into his hut accidentally bashing his head on every tree they pass.
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