I hear my name ringing through the shadows like silver moonbeans. A pale beauty from my homelands asks a dark knight - who, according to Maid Marian, is a very clumsy swordsman - if he knows me. He says he does.

While it is true that I am mistress of the arts of love and war, I also have a long memory. I swear on all that is sacred to me and my people that I've never seen this man before...believe me, no one calls me Scaty and lives to tell. *chuckles*

I hope the sword Sir Guy of Gisbourne wields at the tournament will prove to be more sincere than his parting words. ;)