Cameos

Gimlet

The stable doors nearly burst off their hinges. It was then that Éothain knew they were in for a long ride.

“Women are incompatible,” the King of Riddermark growled, slicing the air horizontally with his right hand.

“You’ve found out the Princess rides side-saddle?” Éothain quipped, weathering the storm.

“No.” Éomer grabbed a saddle blanket and slap-dashed it over Firefoot, upsetting straw, getting it all over himself. “Lothíriel said Firefoot behaves like a warg!”

Éothain grinned, “What'd you do to provoke her?”

“What makes you think I did anything?”

Éothain waited.

“I said her aunt reminded me of a gimlet.”