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As the tumbrel rolls on, the suspicious Lansquenet, who has ridden back to the side of the Cursing Guard, begins to interrogate him further:
- You - why do you not answer? I asked you your Name! What is your Name? No guard of the Oath And Light, sworn to the colours of the Oriflamme, would ever dare to insult the honour of a Maiden Knight! Why do you not yield your Name?
The Cursing Guard mumbles pathetically:
- Forgive me, Sir Lansquenet... my name is Basti-er... B-Ba...er... B-Bichtard, yes, that is not a name I just invented, that is not what I just did. I am new here Sir, can I say just how honoured I am to carry these prisoners to their execution... I mean exile, of course (The Guard winks in an unsubtle manner). Please forgive me, Sir Lansquenet, my manners are so...
The Lansquenet loses interest. He begins to reprimand the Cursing Guard severely, delivering a long sententious monologue against foulness of speech and how it profanes The Oath and The Light.
