“...and so the knight knelt before the threshold, though no one had asked him to. He simply―” “You’ve slowed your pace.” “Oh, I apologize... I thought you might be asleep, Mr. Grima.” "I was listening. Continue.” “Of course.” “...and he remained where he was, through the long hour when the candles burned to their stubs and the hall fell quiet, until at last―”
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