Anne flew backwards, slamming against a large tree. The impact left her gasping for breath and ready to pitch a screaming fit. Something loud and fairly complex gnawed at the edges of her brain. She rose to her feet, shaking and pushed a loose strand of hair from her eyes.
She took a deep breath, framing her words as respectfully as possible. "I am truly sorry, your Divine Majesty, but I think you may have run into a slight problem. I mean no disrespect, but I honestly have no idea what a 'j'affa' is. I do not mock you, Lady, and, after that, I would never DREAM of doing so." She added a reluctant "ow" under her breath.