[center][h3][color=0054a6]Jehan de Challon[/color][/h3][/center]
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Jehan was just about to turn when Aimée spoke up behind him. He did not recognize the voice. He half turned to see who it was and realized that nor did he recognize the person. He looked Aimée up and down and decided he could not quite tell what she was doing on a battlefield. He seemed to consider for a moment, then he inclined his head ever so slightly, [color=0054a6]"Me too."[/color] he said softly, turning back to his squire. 

When she grabbed his hand, he half turned again to see what she was doing. With the barest hint of a frown he watched as she moved, then came to a quick stop with a slight tug at his arm, Jehan not having moved from where he stood. He simply looked at her until she let go of his hand. It fell back to his side with the clink of metal on metal. 

Was that pity? Was this woman giving him pity? Her face, voice and words sure suggested it. Jehan could admit the loss, and the pain it caused him, but he would not have the pity of this woman who did not even fit in where she stood. [color=0054a6]"I can tell you his story in a single breath"[/color] Jehan said hotly and faced her fully. He took a new breath and took a step forward, [color=0054a6]"He was born, he squired"[/color] he began, voice rising with every word, [color=0054a6]"and died!"[/color] he finished with another step, forcing Aimée to either take a step back, or stand uncomfortably close. He glared down at her, his face an angry mask. He raised a finger at her, [color=0054a6]"Don't give me or Henri your pity"[/color] he hissed. Without another word, he shouldered past her, moving towards the ring of orcs and men, his anger clear in each step. 

The short walk cooled his anger enough that by the time he reached his gathered lance who were watching the duel it was a slight annoyance. [color=0054a6]"Charles"[/color] he said flatly to his coutilier. Charles looked at him with knowing eyes, but did not say anything. [color=0054a6]"Ready the lance to move at a moments notice"[/color] Jehan ordered simply, knowing that even if his lance could move at once, the rest of the force would never be ready so quickly, even less so with all the wounded. Charles nodded, [color=9e0b0f]"As you command" [/color] he said easily. Charles waved to the rest of the lance, which got them moving. As Charles started moving away, Jehan spoke again, [color=0054a6]"And Charles, ready the horses... Just in case. You, me and Johannes."[/color] That made the man smile softly, [color=9e0b0f]"Gladly"[/color] was his only response, knowing exactly what was referred to. 

Jehan did not follow the rest of the lance, but turned to watch the duel, if only for a bit.

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