“Alas,” said he, “but a war-dog such as myself will profit little in peace-time. Therefore I must seek my fortune elsewhere.”
Thus with downturned heart he rode into the foothills of the western mountains, to the gates of Castle Hrus. After much entreatying, he was finally admitted into the castle for an audience with his beloved Lady Kaeteli.
She stood resplendent in a gown of velvet and taffeta, with a hem decorated with gems and lace, covered in a long overtunic called a bliaud, which was in turn covered by a mantel which was trimmed with expensive fur and pinned at the shoulder with a brooch. She wore shoes designed for castle wear made of silk and leather and fitted with a buckle. Her plaited her was covered by a guimpe, which is a piece of silk or linen drapped and pinned over the hair, wrapped around the throat and tucked into the neckline of the gown. She also wore a hat with a sort of band around it.
“Forsooth, my love,” emitted Asgarth, “but I must leave this kingdom. I intend to travel far to the south, to the endless deserts of the Sarranid Sultanate, to win my fortune and then, if the gods smile upon me, your heart.”
Lady Kaeteli looked unto him with eyes like sapphires glittering in the midsummer dusk. “Who are you again?” she asked, her ruby lips parting like luscious strawberries.
“This is bullshit,” complained Asgarth, and left.
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