Casquinto's Surprise
Well it seemed the 'dark hero' was not phased by a charging horse, or even acknowledged its existence, but at his rather human speaking, our hero concluded that even though he appeared to have absolutely no perception or wits to the world around him, he seemed human enough, so he stopped his horse from charging. Instead, he kissed his lady (on the cheek), and wheeled around, disdain replacing righteous anger. “After I do what now?” He inquired haughtily, “You seem to have me mistaken for a signpost.” He refrained from saying 'my good man', for such a thing was only reserved for good men. “You are entirely too familiar with your betters, sir.” He sniffed, “Nay, thou shalt not be conversing with one such as I in the foreseeable future or indeed otherwise. Begone, peasant.”
With that, he took his horse and lady off into the night, leaving the Caged One to rattle away. Tapping his heels to his gallant steed's flanks, they charged off into the moonlight... ...and returned to our hero's private trap - after a rather roundabout ride.
Along the way, he sighed to his fairest of all fair ladies everywhere, “Why must they haunt me so? These fools who think themselves as great as I?” His sigh was overly dramatic and his eyes twinkled with the sardonic; he did not mean a word of it; simply playing to a part. “Alas,” He raised her white-gloved hand to his lips, “Where would I be without you, fairest of all fair gems, envy of maidens everywhere?”
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