[Doctor Gabriel]

“Fascinating!” Saber declared louder than necessary, stroking his pointed, grey goatee, “And rather sad all at once. Tis no small tragedy one that feels the need to add superfluity to his identity in hopes of feeling whole.”

Don Quixote kept to his gallant geit, unaware of the profound irony in the sentiment that had just escaped his lips.

Then without warning, Saber’s eyes nearly lept from their sockets in awe.

“Dios mío…” he whispered, “ Mi Rey! Is that one of those… Automobiles that the people of this time ride in place of stallions?”