"Pray, will you idle there as the day wanes?"

"Pray, will you idle there as the day wanes?" she spat, marooned amidst the gentle brook. Mine eyes did marvel at her tresses, kissed by Sol's own light, her visage a portrait of chagrin, and her gown of gilded threads, surely a fortune's sum in a commoner's purse. My steed, noble and wise, beheld her too. "Shall we embark on a gallant quest to rescue yon damsel?" I inquired of my four-legged compatriot. A lady of such resplendence she was, accustomed, perchance, to the world bending to her will.