I know the last one was sparse, but it was still a pretty good opener.

"Why did she say she'd ask around? Are we not good enough?" grumbled Much, casting a dirty glance at Will.

Will for his part was in a daze. He had offered his hand in marriage to a girl he hadn't met before, a girl he knew nothing about. It was insanity, but it felt, right, in some strange way. He looked out into the dark forest. He suddenly felt the urge to run.

"Be back." he muttered, then he got up and ran towards the wood. On an impulse, he ran towards Nottingham. Then he heard someone behind him. He turned quickly. He pursuer turned too. He jumped a stream, and shortly afterwards, the person jumped it too.

Will came to a dead halt. He had never liked running. Out of breath behind his was Elisabeth, smiling happily.

"That was amusing." she said brightly.

"Why did you follow me?" he asked bluntly while inwardly cursing himself.

She looked at him with those expressive eyes.

"I wanted to talk to you. Is this not allowed here?"

"It is. But it is, most unusual."

"Ah. You don't like me because I am, unusual?" she asked, tilting her head

"No, no. I just, don't talk to women much."

"Oh."

They walked in silence for a moment.

"So what are your trade skills, Will, I believe?"

"Yes. It is Will. I am a carpenter."

"That is interesting. What is a carpenter?"

"You don't know what a carpenter is?" Will asked in disbelief. "They work with wood?"

"Ah, yes!" she said clapping her hands with excitement. "I know!" she smiled at him.

"Can I ask you something?"

"You can ask. But that doesn't mean I'll answer." she said with a mischievous smile.

He laughed. "Why did you say you'd think about our proposals. You don't seem to be in a position to be picky."

"Oh that. I did not want to hurt Much. He was so kind to me at my home. I had hurt my hands. He wrapped them and cared for me. I don't want to hurt him. You understand?"

"Yes. I do." he said laughing with relief.

"What is funny?" she asked trying to look him in the eyes. She was at least four inches shorter than him, so it was an amusing sight.

"I was, you know what?"

"No I don't know what" she interrupted

"I don't remember. It wasn't important."

"Fine." she said quickly

"You are willing to accept me then?"

"Yes. Tomorrow night. But you must pretend that there were others, and that Much lost by a short margin. I don't want to hurt him, after he was so kind." she said grabbing his arm.

"Of course not."

They stood awkwardly for a moment.

"So, I will see you tomorrow then?" asked Will, rubbing the back of his head

"Of course." she said nervously. She giggled nervously and then said. "Pari Irigoun" and then ran away.

He looked after her in wonderment before asking himself

'What does 'Pari Irigoun' mean?'

JUST FOR THE READERS, IT MEANS GOOD NIGHT IN ARMENIAN. SHE'S ARMENIAN, BUT SHH, YOU AREN'T SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT YET.