Three days—that was how long it took to get to Skymount from Firthengart by airship. They had arrived in the morning of the third day. It was sunset by the time Handy was finally let out of that damnable room. The questions, the unending questions! Good God, it was just as well that he never hung around too many of his fellow knights at once. By the time he got to tell the story about the deer and the Lady of the Lake, half of them were drunk. In this way, spinning that tale to the point where his deer companion did some deer magic, and they managed to renegotiate the pact between the Lady and the deer race—de-emphasising Handy’s part quite a bit—was accepted rather easily. The fact that it was a touch more believable than what actually happened helped Handy gloss over that problem considerably.