Tyl: Ey, Luke How are you?

Friend: Hi Tyl. I am doing good. I heard that you are the new painter at the court of the Archduke. 

Tyl Yes, but I am in great trouble now. Friend: What happened?

Tyl: It is a long story. The Archduke wants me to paint his portrait so as to leave his memory to his descendants. 

Friend: Oh Great.

Tyl: The Archduke demanded me to paint all the courtiers as such but the courtier demanded that I should make them more attractive than they actually were. If I paint the picture as directed by the Archduke, I will be killed by the courtiers. If my picture satisfies the whims of the courtiers I will be killed by the Archduke. Friend: Oh my God! So sad. What will you do again? 

Tyl: I have thought of an idea. I am going to tell them that only those who have noble blood in their veins can see the painting. All the rest would only see a blank wall. This is the only way I found to escape from them. Yesterday I had asked the Archduke more time to finish the painting and he gave me two more days. 

Friend: That’s a good idea hut be careful. If anyone finds out you will be in more trouble. 

Tyl: Yes I must be alert.