After hesitating for several moments the small, shrouded form picks up the charcoal and writes neatly:
"As the princesses' axe sinks deep into the morbol's putrid face the knight cowers and sulks; crying piteously for his mother as though these moments were but fleeting and his last."
"As the princesses' axe sinks deep into the morbol's putrid face the knight cowers and sulks; crying piteously for his mother as though these moments were but fleeting and his last."
 Time is nothing, Timing is Everything.
