"Ha!" Kay snapped to a halt in mid-stride at the sight of Sir Lionel. "Well, if 'tisn't Mon Sire le Sousryant."<br/><br/>Along with his duties as seneschal, Sir Kay had at some point arrogated to himself a position that could best be described as Commissioner of Nicknames. There were few people in Camelot to whom he hadn't assigned a mordant sobriquet. Whatever made him compose these eponyms in mangled semi-<em>langue-d'oeil</em>was another, possibly unanswerable question.<br/><br/>"Welcome again to Camelot," Kay continued. "Your chambers aren't so infested with mites that you can't lie down, please God?"