“I was tired, and half drunk. But I wouldn’t quit. Finally, he got in a lucky one. Laid me out cold. “When I woke up, the dog had a master again. Of a different sort. I know you’ve heard people say Chivalry was cold and stiff and correct to a fault. He wasn’t. He was what he believed a man should be. More than that. It was what he believed a man should want to be. He took a thieving, unkempt scoundrel and…” He faltered, sighed suddenly. “He had me up before dawn the next day. Weapons practice till neither of us could stand.
