Mordecai allowed a smile to play across his face. “I have little doubt this ploy will try your patience. You must present Sir Percival as a gallant knight well-versed in chivalry and a favored champion in the tourneys. Perhaps a bit of poetry would be in order as well.”
Dante rolled his eyes and sighed. “I shall be the very picture of chivalrous drivel.

Auteur: Elizabeth Elliott