They've named the well after you." "How did they know my name?" "They don't. They invented one.

Very well. I shall try to think like an idiot.

I said you lie, knave!” shouted Beaumains, drawing his sword. “And for telling such craven falsehoods, you must die!” The knight looked plaintively at Roger. “What’s wrong with this fellow?” He was dropped on his head when he was a baby,” answered Roger.

Brave? Or stupid?" Roger shrugged. "I've never been quite sure where brave stopped and stupid began, myself.

How did they know that I was the one who saved them?" "They don't. You're the third knight they've celebrated over since it happened.

The next day brought more visitors. Sarah was eating a simple luncheon with Charis, Ariel, and Guinevere and was experiencing for the first time in her life the pleasure of talking freely with other girls she trusted. It wasn't that they talked about anything of importance. Indeed, most of their conversation was hopelessly trivial- Mordecai would have shaken his head sadly over such frivolity, Sarah reflected with an inward smile. But to talk so openly, and to laugh so unrestrainedly, was somehow far more significant than any single thing that was said.

Which do you hate more: breaking your word or dying?" "I don't know. I've never done either.