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SIR BLANDAMOUR (Finishes shaving and grins at Eliza. She is quite a sight in the early morning light, red hair and green eyes corresponding agreeably with her jupon.) "Good morning, yourself, Eliza. Well, the 'word' is right that the army is not marching today, but we are. Sir Bors wants me, with you, naturally, to go back to that town, Erebos, was it? We are to get the lay of the land and take a prisoner, if possible. Saddle our horses and we shall ride right after breakfast. Don't worry about Shaitann, my charger. Just don't try to mount him, or he'll cover your fine new clothes with stable manure." (He bellows with laughter)
[ 05-06-2002, 08:38 AM: Message edited by: Attalus ]
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