Nimue refused to take the bed when a nobleman took the floor.<br/><br/>“Tis unheard of, my Lord,” she said as she sat up in outrage. I will not be above myself.” She sat back in the shelter of his arm and then bounced up again.<br/><br/>“My hair, it must be a mess.” She said, combing through it with her fingers. She gathered the long, unruly mass into a tail which she began to skillfully and swiftly to braid. “It is getting colder here, even with the fire and the horse.”<br/><br/>Without sharing her intent, she bounded for the ladder. She tugged the heavy coverlet free and tossed it over the edge. She headed back down.<br/><br/>“I hope I didn’t hit you with that. But I thought if you can’t take Mohammed to the mountain, you should bring the mountain to him.”  Nimue blushed, “I didn’t mean to insinuate that you are of the Musselman religion. Anyway,” she drug the coverlet across the floor. “I will share the floor and the blanket with you. I bet your stallion will not mind the additional cover either.” Nimue patted the horse’s flank.<br/><br/>She tossed the blanket and it settled over the knight. Nimue snuggled in next to him and sighed contentedly. She hoped it was a long night, for she feared that he would be gone in the morning.