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SIR BLANDAMOUR (He hesitates, then steps through the portal, Eliza right behind him. They arrive in the longhouse, and he meets Greentunic's glare.) "Greetings. You must be the leader of the druids. I am Sir Blandamour, and this is my esquire, the Princess Eliza. I see by your countenance that you bear me no love, and I could bring complaint against you and yours, also. But, that is not the reason that we are here. Your son has told us that your daughter, his sister lies stricken with a wound dealt by my blade. Now, the blow was in fair fight not of my choosing, but though I do not regret it, I cannot let a young girl suffer so, be she foe or not. If you show her to me, I shall heal her, if that is her fate."
GREENTUNIC (visibly shaken) "Well spoken, Sir Knight. If you can heal the hurt you dealt her, I shall hold you blameless in all of this." (Goes to Diana's bedside, and shows the knight her dressing, stained with blood, which he gently removes. He then looks at Blandamour for instructions.)
SIR BLANDAMOUR (He studies the wound grimly, recognizing it as his own. Carefully, not to alarm anyone, he draws Cold Iron from its scabbard. As soon as it is drawn, all see the kinship in the white glow that surrounds it to that around the girl. He takes the hilt in both hands, kisses it, and mutters a prayer to Torm. The pommel begins to blaze with light, but with warmth in place of the cold blueness. He touches the blazing gem to the wound, and with a snap!, it closes. The blue glow disapears, and the girl awakens with startled eyes.)
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