“That would be me,” I told him,
Pointing to the seat beside,
He stood and held his hand out
Offering it as a guide.
“I saved it for you, highness,”
He said, twinkle in his eye,
“Though so many pretenders
Claimed your throne within the sky!”
I thanked him for his valiance
In defense of my good name.
He laughed his gratitude, for
No one else would play his game.
So I scoffed and looked affronted
As we took off into flight,
Lamenting that the world could so
Ill-treat a gallant knight.

– s. Clark