The Black Knight, Reassembled
The Black Knight is back. But this time, instead of losing limbs and pretending nothing happened, he’s holding perfectly still while someone takes him apart deliberately.
“Your left arm?”
“That’s name.”
“Your right arm?”
“That’s age.”
“Your legs?”
“Those are (rest limbs).”
The Black Knight is remarkably cheerful about the whole thing. Structured disassembly, it turns out, is much more pleasant than the ad-hoc kind. Every piece gets a name. Every name gets a const. Nothing is lost, nothing is forgotten, and nobody is pretending they still have arms.