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SIR BLANDAMOUR(He takes the stew that Eliza has brought him. Their gazes lock and she smiles, then lowers her eyes. What has he done?, he wonders. Are they to be lovers, then? The word would soon be all over the camp - the Order being close-knit and gossipy as such organizations tend to be. She is his squire. If he sent her away, she would be disgraced and few others would take the chance of taking on the former squire of Blandamour of the Iron Arm. She might fall into evil ways, be cast out of the Order, and then be damned again at death. No, he concludes, it is his duty to stay by her in this. But, he must caution her to be discreet.)"Fine stew tonight, Eliza."
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