What's in a kiss? What makes it so bewitching? So distracting? So disarming? It was only a moment. A moment that days later still lingered on his lips ... like a shadow ... a reflection ... an echo. A moment that days later still vanquished all other thoughts ... all other dreams. Was it possible to wield a sword, or ride a horse, or attend the king and all the while relive that moment? Impossible for some. He would have thought it impossible himself a few days ago. But now he knew. He knew its heat, and its calm; its passion and its comfort. He knew that it was impossible not to relive it again and again. And yet, impossible to seek it again. Now he knew what was in a kiss, and only its memory sustained him.