"You are joking" he laughed loudly
Giving the horse a frosty look
Lancelot sighed and surveyed the horizon
I'm off to fair maiden's castle
"Not more gallant trotting!" snorted the
horse as he heard lancelot speak
of nonsence. " Where will you find
anyone to put up with you?"
Crossing the border to Mexico, Ioan (oops, I mean Lancelot)
That's a long way to travel
! I don't even know how to
cross the thin line between dreaming
and playacting, but Ill try!" Lancelot
Look yonder I see the castle