Life Was a Banquet A treasure to be enjoyed with gusto, and the impossible Lord Perfect seemed bent on starving himself. Though he had suffered greatly, Margaret Penwell knew there was still much to be savored, and she was determined to restore his appetite for living. Claymore Perfect was mired in brooding isolation, until a bundle of sass and optimism, otherwise known as Marke Penwell, arrived to disrupt his quiet seclusion. Crowned with a riot of rusty-hued curls and fresh as an autumn breeze, the disarming nuisance had somehow given him new reason to live.