“I saved you ,” Edmund corrected, wincing. “The rest of your flea-bitten family were a regrettable side effect. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have an appointment with a calamine lotion.”
But every evening, just before dawn, Perdita would curl up at the foot of his coffin, her wolf form a warm, heavy weight against his cold feet. And Edmund, the cynic, the sneerer, the Lord of the Carpathian Vale, would allow himself one small, secret smile before the sun rose.
“Count Blackadder!” Perdita boomed, clapping him on the back so hard a century of dust puffed from his velvet coat. “Heard you’ve been moping in that crypt for a generation. Cheer up! Eternal damnation doesn’t have to be so glum.” Blackadder Monster Sex 05
“Oh, damn ,” he muttered. “I’m in love.”
“Baldrick!” he shrieked later, pacing the throne room. “I think I have a… a feeling .” “I saved you ,” Edmund corrected, wincing
Perdita only grinned, her canines lengthening. “Ooh, prickly. I like it. Want to go howl at the moon? I promise not to chase you too hard.”
Edmund learned of the plot during a tedious card game. He had a choice: do nothing, preserve his social standing, and watch Perdita suffer a slow, agonizing transformation into a very expensive paperweight. Or intervene, make a mortal enemy of Duke Malvolio, and potentially get his own head mounted on a pike. And Edmund, the cynic, the sneerer, the Lord
“I don’t howl,” Edmund said, aghast. “I intone .”