It happened too quickly.  Before Sir Motto was able to properly catch the Lady, she was crashing down upon him and he lay there stunned as well as pleased.  He hadn’t been prepared to be in such a compromising position and rather than fret, Motto grinned.  She was pretty and maybe there was a hope of romance with her!  Still smiling, he studied Lady Kate’s appealing features as she rolled off to smooth her skirt and even when she took his wrist.  It didn’t hurt.  He only noticed her lips and little nose and her bright eyes.  Her feminine proportions.<br/><br/>The Knight obeyed and sat down in the inn’s kitchen.  When she handed him the vile of red liquid Motto grabbed hold of her hand and would not let it go.<span style="color: #008040">“I know not where I shall sleep this night.  You have been too kind.”  </span>He released her hand with the vile still in her grip.<span style="color: #008040">“I do not care for medicines.  If My Lady wishes to soothe wounds, there is a method I like best.” </span>Sir Motto stood.<span style="color: #008040">“A kiss.” </span>He lifted his injured wrist and bit his lip.<span style="color: #008040"> “Ah yes and I believe I am hurt here as well.” </span>He pointed to his shoulder.<span style="color: #008040">“And here.” </span>He pointed to his neck.<br/><br/>The cook shook his head and continued chopping potatoes.