My dearest Gretta, you have told every suitor who has come to your father's door the same words: "I will marry the man who gives me something of countless value." They have tried, haven't they? Gold necklaces from Araby. Silks from Cathay. A suitor from Marienburg even offered you a deed to a villa in Sartosa—though what use a Tilean pirate haven would be to a respectable Nuln manufacturer's daughter, I cannot imagine.
