AITA for banishing the ghost that everyone liked?

Good gentles, I (scribe of but seven and twenty winters) do serve within the court of Lord Athelred. Long hath our keep been haunted by the spirit of Sir Berric, a knight fallen in battle some three centuries past.

Yet unlike most wraiths, Sir Berric was no terror. Indeed, he was well-liked. At feast he would appear to pour phantom wine into goblets, at Yuletide he sang bawdy carols, and he was ever ready with tales of ancient quests. The ladies of the court swooned at his gallant manners, and the squires loved his ghostly jousts in the courtyard.

But, as for me, I could find no peace. My quills would fly from their inkwells, parchment rolled itself into balls, and oft did I wake to find ghostly words scratched upon my scrolls: “Thou spellest ‘kingdom’ ill, fool.” ’Twas vexing beyond measure.

So at last I did perform a rite of banishment, sending Sir Berric unto the beyond. Yet now all the keep mourns him sorely. The cook refuseth me second helpings, my fellows call me “Wraithslayer the Joyless,” and even my lord glareth whenever I enter the hall.

I meant but to seek quiet for mine own work, yet all despise me now. Pray, am I the knave for casting out so beloved a ghost?

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The Court of Publick Opinion

YTA — by Lady_Rosewater

Verily, thou art the asshole. Sir Berric was a delight, and now our feasts ring hollow. Thou couldst have spoken with him, perchance reached some accord. Instead thou robbedst us of mirth.

NTA — by Monk_Hieronymus

Nay, thou art not the knave. Ghosts, no matter how merry, are of the restless dead. ’Tis not meet for their souls to linger. Thou gavest him peace, though others miss his jests.

ESH — by Sir_Thaddeus_of_Wine

Methinks all erred. The ghost should not have tormented thy scrolls, but thou might’st have sought compromise: banish him from thine own chamber, yet spare him the hall. Now all joy is lost.

NTA — by Peasant_Maud_87

Honestly, I care not for ghostly carols. If mine inkwells did leap o’ their own accord, I should’ve tossed the specter out myself. Folk mourn now, aye, but soon they’ll thank thee for the peace.

INFO — by Wizard_MerlinWasTaken

Hold, hold. Didst thou attempt first a binding charm to silence him, or went straight to banishment? If the latter, thou may indeed be the knave.