Whoof!! For a minute I was beleaguered by sneering dark-garbed evil villains with snickering blades; I fought valiantly but their slurs and innuendos were more than I could bear. Suddenly, crashing through the clerestory windows on a white charger, the Lady Eiseley of the North, her wand breathing silver fire, came crashing and galloping, her noble steed breathing smoke and fire, the keen electric fire in her eyes spelling sure defeat to all minions of the Dark Side. Behold, my vitality restored, I booted the conquered vagabond knaves out the broken window and watched them plummet into the moat below.