No, he thought, and tried to picture himself in his mind. One knee only, mind, he added sharply. Her nose wrinkled. Well, as to that .
The man who called himself Bors jerked as a red mask filled his eyes. There was not much to see. His smile faded. Gaidal Cain, a swarthy man with the hilts of his two swords sticking above his broad shoulders.
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