“I have come many miles to swear fealty to the—!” “To the what? What? The fuckin’ table? Do you see any fuckin’ table?” Sir Villiars dropped the sharpening steel and tossed the knife over his shoulder; he did it casually but the knife spun in a precise arc and stuck upright in the tabletop with a soft tok. He flowed to his feet in one terrifyingly lithe movement.
