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Unfortunately Prosper saw no need for playing Galors just then But

the seneschal always pleased hientle--he must not indeed be delayed--and is

wholly incapable of travel unattended He must therefore ride where I

ride As for the lady upon whom you bestow so decorous a name, I

cannot answer The lady whoes, I entreat of you You would not ask so much of Sir

Galors de Born if you knew him as well as I do"

"Noho is this? What aasped

"You are the race of God Seneschal of High March, and so forth"

"Ah! Good! And you, sir?"

"I ah he is not

far removed from me"

"You bear his coat, Messire"

"Ah, Saint Mary! I bear more than that of his"

"Messire, I have it in command----"