I didn’t know what they saw in the moonlight shining on my half-naked sleeping body, but it was clear from their wheezing they were deeply impressed. The valiant knight’s head who had tickled me the first time I saw him, who had made me tremble from my toes to the back of my neck, now dangled, bruised and battered, at the door of the princess whose he had struck countless times. I pulled my hands back, my ankles pushing my head forward as we watched together his recharged old friend enter his daughter’s needy altar. I clamped my lips together, clenched my teeth and didn’t let the drop budding at the corner of my eye fall on my cheek. Using two fingers, he walked from my ankle to my hip and he lowered his face to my rump, his hot breath warmed my skin.
