[Quite suddenly the strange Knight has hold of his hand, clasped in one of his own. The Servant's fingers are long-- and curiously strong. A Swordsman, then? Taken unexpectedly in this manner, Lancelot does not ask. He lets his hand be shaken vigorously for a long moment.]
Have you? Then the Honor is mine-- but you have me at a loss.
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Have you? Then the Honor is mine-- but you have me at a loss.