The King by Donald Barthelme:
“Sir, do you yield?”
“Heaven forfend,” said the Black Knight.
“Would you care to rest, just for a moment?”
“You are an ever-courteous knight,” said the Black Knight, “and yes, I could do with a moment’s surcease.”
The two sitting together, their helms removed, sharing a bit of Brie-with-pepper on pebble bread.
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