She reached out a hand and laid it on his arm.
"You're all upset," she said. "You don't begin to understand."
Bishop shook his head. "I just arrived the other day."
"But do you like it?"
"Of course I do," said Bishop. "It's something out of the old Arthurian legend. You'd expect to see Lancelot or Guinevere or some of the others riding through the woods."
"You know the stories?"
"Of course I know the stories. I read my Tennyson."
"And you will tell them to us?"
He looked at her, a little startled.
"You mean, you want to hear them?"