<a class="postlink" href="https://i.imgur.com/RJEw3WI.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>The Knight squirmed inwardly at the continued praise but smiled in gratitude for the genuine kindness of the Lord and his men.  A large stein of ale nearly obscured his vision and Motto did feel a kiss on his face.  It was a merry time and his glass was drained.  Music filled his ears and the knight asked for bird and potatoes.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> "This is your night. your name will be spoken in every household for the rest of the year."</span><br/><br/>He would need another stein to rinse those words from his mind.  Try as he might, the guilt was an opponent Motto could not vanquish.  Ale could fend it off decently enough.  Again and again, the Knight emptied his cup.  He would find himself eyeing the pretty Kate throughout the festivities and felt glad for her company.  Dancing had began and a pair of maids pulled Motto from his chair, laughing and coaxing him into the whirlwind of shoes and skirts.  He knew not the steps but managed to stay upright white linking arms with several others and spinning.<br/><br/>Meanwhile Jonathan had insisted that Kate join him for a turn and took to dancing as well.