”One zaidi match. Tournament will be over.” I feel so awkward around her this morning. My moyo is pounding. Surely I’m not nervous about the tournament. Is it… is it her? “You can go back to being Prince Arthur.” Yes, I suppose so. Do I want to, though? She seems… shy this morning. Oh. She’s coming closer. “Um… I thought wewe might wear it… for luck.” Is she granting me a favor? Oh. Oh, my. She is. Wow. “Thank...