“This is not honorable,” said a dwarf. “We should stay and fight.” “There is no honor,” gasped the queen, “in fighting an opponent who has no idea that you are even there. No honor in fighting someone who is dreaming of fishing or of gardens or of long-dead lovers.” “What would they do if they caught us?” asked the dwarf beside her. “Do you wish to find out?” asked the queen. “No,” admitted the dwarf.

