The Headless Horseman returned the head in his right hand to its original place.
If Charlotte had seen me adjusting my direction, I thought she might have died of a heart attack.
The bald knight got off his horse, knelt down on one knee, and looked at me blankly.
"Tugann Knight Ilina ómós don Apostle."
I didn't know what it meant, but I felt like I instinctively knew how to act.
I slowly put my hand on his shoulder. He seemed to be showing the courtesy of a knight, so I did what was appropriate.
But he showed no reaction.
'Isn't this…?'
He suddenly stood up, slowly drew his sword, and looked at me.
I didn't feel any hostility in his gaze, but I couldn't figure out the meaning of his actions.
"Bhí mé ag fanacht anseo le mo thiarna. Ba mhaith liom a thástáil an fiú tú a bheith i mo thiarna."
The language barrier was high and difficult. It seemed like he was saying something, but I couldn't understand it, so it was just frustrating.
