There were worse things to be than a knight, Jono supposed. But if it meant that this Emma was going to try to put him into the tight red uniform of Generation X, too, then he was going to ask for demotion to jester.

Knight in shining leather, he mused. Just so long as you don't expect me to ride a horse. I'm bloody terrible with horses.

They could substitute for a motorbike. He knew what he was doing with one of those, at least.