two owls
Owl, to Mr Walden Macnair from Dr Stephen Maturin, not warded at all:
We were duped. It is no true marriage. That foul miscreant who calls himself a love god is to blame. He has made sport of others as well; we are not alone in this. Justice and the restoration of our honor shall surely be pursued.
For the following morning's indiscretions I can render no explanation; they must remain on my conscience and yours; I would prefer that matter to be kept silent insofar as possible. As your interests (athletic) and mine (scientific) do not coincide, it should prove simple enough to steer clear of one another henceforth.
S. Maturin.
(The message is accompanied by a small bundle containing a silver ring, a hand axe, and a large robe freshly laundered and neatly pressed by some house elf or other.)
Owl, to Miss Susan Sto Helit from Dr Stephen Maturin, lightly warded:
My dear Miss Sto Helit:
I must tender my apologies for the foul language I uttered this morning, which should not have been used in your presence. I am deeply indebted to you, kind lady, and hope you will not now think me a churl for the behavior I exhibited.
I pray your earlier symptoms have abated. If you have need of further assistance, and wish not to submit to the scrutiny of the formidable Mistress Weatherwax for the present, please do feel free to consult me at any time.
Your servant,
Stephen Maturin.
(The message is accompanied by another, larger, vial of powdered willow bark, clearly labeled Salix alba.)