“Alas,” you murmur, “While both of your charms are charming, I am afraid that time presses upon me.”<\/p>\n
“Oh,” sighs Caroline, “As you will. Yet know I remain your most loyal \u00e2\u20ac\u201c and willing \u00e2\u20ac\u201c servant.”<\/p>\n
“I, too, await a time when timeliness is of not such concern,” Harmony remarks. “But before you leave, you will at least let me reward you in song?”<\/p>\n
“It would be churlish to decline!” you exclaim, and emboldened by the honesty of your admiration, Harmony lifts her scarlet-curl-crowned head and sings in the voice of ten thousand angels pressed into one lovely woman’s body, as with a giant car compactor:<\/p>\n
On Riadorf the moons are three
\nThe moons and you and me
\nTogether we shall be
\nUnless you have to pee
\nBut on your return from the bathroom after your ablutions I will kiss you tenderly
\n<\/i><\/p>\n
You nearly weaken at her exquisite tone and soul-stirring lyrics, but your resolve is firm, and with one final, longing look at both women, you depart.<\/p>\n
But the corridor is not empty! It is occupied by a tall, broad-shouldered man, whose pale skin is set off by his dark, curling hair, his dark, tidy goatee, his dark, silken eyepatch and his dark, smouldering eye.<\/p>\n
“Thank Proet!” he says fervently. “There’s no time to explain! Come with me at once!”<\/p>\n
A strange and officious command! Will you obey?<\/p>\n
1) Certainly not!<\/a> You are a princess! People obey YOU.<\/p>\n