After the long ride from Flint, Richard takes stock of himself.

Ned Poins, informal intelligencer to his sometime-boyfriend Henry V, knows more than most. He also knows a thing or two about tennis balls.

"You have hairier feet than a satyr."

"Don't be an idiot, Achilles, they've got hooves."

"Hairier than a satyr's ass, then. And they stink."

Horatio performs one last labor, and considers what's set before him.

Aumerle doesn't seek absolution.

The prince must put away childish things. Ned knows he's one of them.

Sibylla has a fine eye for beautiful things, but sometimes the flaws in a particular material may be very subtle indeed, not easily discerned. Kings must be discerning in all matters.

Patroclus, horseman, plays at dice.

"He has been passed a forearm on a tray and touched it with an an electrified probe to watch the fingers spasm, he has examined the blueprints for the structures of David’s throat, the samples of cloth intended for his jumpsuits." For this prompt.

or: anything that can go wrong in your tentative courtship of a miserable ginger vigilante, will. The first time Dan sees Rorschach without his mask, it doesn't go so hot.