She was a little flummoxed for a moment, being addressed by The Giant himself. She wondered if he'd know her from the battlefield. Tristan had been across the field from him once before. They'd not come to blows, but she'd taken down many of his soldiers. He'd returned the favor. Her tension rose as Mordred drunkenly called out to The Giant. [i]Gawain, that's right...[/i] She calmed as Mordred continued more amiably than he'd first appeared then directed his attention to her.

[i]Am I that forgettable?[/i] Tristan thought. [i]Oh well. [/i] She rose at being addressed and bowed at the waist, like a man, rather than curtsied.

"I am Sir Tristan, Knight of Cornwall." she replied, "We have met before, your highness. I am one of your mother's knights." She said, wondering how much he'd had to drink. By his outward glibness, she assumed plenty. "How fare you this evening, my king?"