[Drabble] Zoe Heriot And The Elf-Knight
Zoe sat up and wiped ketchup from her eyes.
"That," she said, "was no fun at all. Though I suppose we were lucky not
to get rolled downhill in a barrel of spikes."
Her thoughtful expression would have caused Harry Saxon serious unease if
he'd seen it; fortunately, he was otherwise occupied.
"Jamie," she asked. "Could you sing a ballad for the children at the
"What kind of ballad?"
"Something that Master would fit in. Where he dies horribly, for
preference. Can you think of one?"
A look of dawning realisation crossed Jamie's face.
"Aye," he replied. "'May Colvin'."