... to the edge of the field, just under the dais, where I have come down to see how he is. He rolls his eyes at me, shakes his head and refuses to speak. What if he had lost, then? Something is really strange here!

Then I see him turn tiredly towards the field, with renewed interest. "See that girl? She is a distant cousin. I think she is related to Wiglaf. Who do you think is prettier?"

"Between Jeanne and Selma?" I begin, taken aback. I tend to get confused in the presence of beautiful ladies. "Well... they are very different..."

"No, between Selma and Wiglaf."

"Oh. Uh... well... they are VERY different..."