The Lady Who Stay

"How do you think he survived the fall?" she wondered aloud, looking up at the hole above.

"If he did survive the fall, someone must have caught him. Or he fell on a softer ground-or someone looking up at the hole like you are doing now," Meredith, her chaperone and lady companion absently answered.

Cressida rolled her eyes. "You're not even taking this matter seriously."

"I'm not."

"Why ever not?"

"Because you're trying to waste our time talking about a myth."

"No, I'm not," Cressida answered, closing her eyes and reveling at the heat of the sun above them.