He’s got a cut right under his eye, and he’s holding a paper napkin on it to stop the bleeding. “What happened?” I ask. “Sally.” “Oh, shit. I never thought that gal packed such a punch.” It’s cute how he almost looks proud when he nods. “Her big glass ring makes for a great knuckle ring.” I laugh. “Is the cavalry coming in soon?” “Yeah, they’re here already, hiding in the back. Why?” “I drank from the glass I had prepared for Zach, so I’m going to be tripping soon. I’m afraid I’ll need some muscle to keep an eye on me until I come down.” Slider looks startled, but he knows better than to ask how I ended up in such a mess. He just whistles, and a young guy comes running. He’s wearing a cut that indicates he’s a Knight’s prospect. “Go get Prince for me,” Slider says, and the kid runs away.
