[color=fff79a]Baldwin IV[/color]
[i]The Lord's Day, anno domini 2012[/i]

As he'd hoped, the lass apologized without complaint, and it hardly seemed to be a bluff.
[color=fff79a]"Good, to acknowledge one's failings is the first step to purity."[/color]

Just as Baldwin released his grip upon the girl's arm, another fellow stepped in to yank her up by the hair. By his looks, attire, and manner of speech, the young King determined him to be some breed of Anglo-Saxon. 

[i]Not quite an Englishman, might he be one of those 'Americans' I'd read about in the Throne of Heroes?[/i]

While such a man would already be an uncommon sight in the Orient, Baldwin had a deep-seated feeling there was more to it than that. Perhaps this fellow, much like him, had been called to take part in this 'Holy Grail War.' As if his suspicions were not enough, the child's mention of the words 'Master' and 'Servant' all but confirmed it.

If someone else had been summoned as Rider, this chance encounter could have swiftly escalated into the War's first proper battle. But, today was Sunday, and the man summoned as Rider was a man of faith. Thus, Baldwin acted accordingly.

[color=fff79a]"Only heathens and devils would think to do battle on the day of of the Lord. By my honour, I shan't bring you harm. Now, if you'll allow me a moment, I must attend to her ladyship."[/color]

With that, Baldwin turned 'round to face his Master, and made his way over to her. Offering his hand, Baldwin spoke directly to her, his voice tinged with genuine concern.

[color=fff79a]"Are you quite alright, madam? I would not wish you to come to harm so early in the war."[/color]

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