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ELIZA(Coming arond a corner, she has suddenly come across Blandamour. The longed-for sight of his dear face brings the blood leaping into her cheeks.) "Ah, my Lord, twill be a brave sight, I am sure."(Suddenly, a memory returns. Her father's army, drawn up for review, him inspecting them intently, her dawdling at his side. She can fully recall the boredom and petulance that she had felt at the time. Had she been so shallow?) "My Lord, it shall be my pleasure to fight at your side, in the cause of justice. I have seen that the horses are properly cared for. Show me where your armor is to be kept, so that I may clean it tonight, so that you will be bright and bonny tomorrow when we sally forth."
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