In Cintra, as [Ciri] remembered, an attractive man was one whose head reached the ceiling, whose shoulders were as broad as a doorway, who swore like a dwarf, roared like a buffalo and stank at thirty paces of horses, sweat and beer, regardless of what time of day or night it was. Men who did not correspond to this description were not recognised by Queen Calanthe's chambermaids as worthy of sighs and gossip.
Now that she saw him so much closer – only ten yards or so separated them at that moment – she couldn't help but admire his appearance. Long wavy locks, a cute button nose, a wide, square jaw, broad chest and shoulders, and a firm and trim but not too thin waist, he was in his way as handsome as the new Shrek. But whereas the new Shrek's looks were more refined, the stranger's contours were more rugged, more like a blacksmith or woodsman or someone else more in tune with nature, closer to... well, closer to Shrek, frankly; at least the Shrek that was.
