While that was a point, Arthur did not think that the range was entirely a fabrication of her imagination, or of whatever had bespelled her. And he did not like her disappointment at the thought that she was wrong about her perfect game, as irritating as it had been to listen to her gloat.
"We do not know that yet," he said gently. As she made to leave, he said, "Just a moment," and turned off the television, then went upstairs to retrieve his sword. Once the sword belt was buckled securely about his waist, he nodded. "Let's go."