After Lancelot recovered his compusore he turned to his fellow Knights, who were staring at me slack jawed. "Well? Aren't you going to help the lady?" he barked, "You're supposed to be Knights! Show some chivalry!"
As the Knights jumped to obey his orders, I tried to protest that I was no 'lady' - but I hardly had the strength to think, much less speak. I lay on the ground, dazed from my transformation as attendants from the Knights approached me. It wasn't that I was hurt or anything - it's just that I felt so... so STRANGE... The feel of the stone on my bare skin, the weight of my long tresses, the heaviness of my breathing... Even without moving, my body felt entirely different.
I remember thinking. One thing I had forgotten however, was that I wasn't just ANY woman. I was a DREAM woman... and I first found out what that meant when the first Knight, a young man about my age, reached out and touched my arm, his bare flesh on mine...
