His red tassel was scraped from his helmet on the lip of the well. Not as nimble as I used to be, he thought, …
His red tassel was scraped from his helmet on the lip of the well. Not as nimble as I used to be, he thought, even as he shouldered another body. Down below, the young girl grinned, "Figured you guys would show up." He drank a bowl of wine with her, and the fire of his youth returned, smoothing the wrinkles from his soul.