The Sultan walked up the road towards his palace, his shoes squelching from the diving trip. On arriving his butler Henry took his stick. "How did it go sir? Did you get the little goblin back to his home?" The Sultan sat down and began to remove his shoes "Oh not at all. That was all show." "Show?" replied the confused Butler. "Yes, I actually whispered to the smelly thing if he'd like to go somewhere else to pick up discarded treasures - that's all he wants!" the Sultan snapped. The Butler clearly used to the Sultans lies nodded and hung up his shoes to dry. "So what did you trade the Goblin in return for his ship?" The Sultan stood up and wandered into his pantry. "Why of course a bed and warm home in the richest place in Britannia to scavenge."