"Well, that one is my fault. I should have predicted that. But the boy was a silver-tongued maniac. As for you, let’s make each other a promise. I will give you three years, and should the house you are to be sorted in be the one you still want after those three years elapse, you can stay there. But if you are not satisfied, and you must tell me honestly, and I will resort you to the house I want to. Do you agree with these terms?"