Having moved from foot to headboard, I looked down the staircase that had been put in lieu of features. It was a few steps to the animal penned there. This is no fawn, I said, but a hart full-grown and minute. Taking him under my arm, I returned to bedside. Many steps from here, Fawn, I said, and it was many steps from bedside to the bedchamber floor where awaited the hounds, no less living counters, Fawn, I said, than you.
(c) Jeff Harrison