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	Sister Mary bowed her head slightly and gave a polite smile as her noble acquaintance acquiesced to her habitual formality. She would need time and clear familiarity before she could comfortably refer to anyone by a shortened version of their first name, not when she knew their full, given name and [i]especially[/i] not when she knew they were titled. 

	As a child, she was raised to act in a manner befitting a lady of class. She was the daughter of a hereditary Knight (not that she would inherit the title under British law), and as such was raised heavily to understand the concepts of social hierarchy and her family's place within it. She had long since left that part of her life behind, but disciplined indoctrination of divine training and that of the militant Swiss Guard took over where the lessons of a Knight's daughter left off. Her understanding of the world's most famous personal soldiery also gave her keen insight into the actions and motivations of Elizaveta's detachment of Imperial Guards. 

	[color=c0c0c0]"Your guard and I have much in common, my Lady, and I hold them to no fault in the commission of their duties. But to your point of prayer: While I find solace the more effective means, my way is not the only way. If you have knowledge of a technique or mystery that may be of further help, I would be grateful were you to examine the boy."[/color]  

	Mary moved to the side doors of the Chapel, using her halberd as a walking staff. She swung them gently on their hinges and held one open, motioning for Elizaveta to pass through. The young Dame looked around for Bishop Mansfield, hoping urgently for the update he promised from earlier. But she now had obligated herself, and the boy she rescued earlier, to the ministrations of this Russian lady. 

	[color=c0c0c0]"He will have been placed in aide's quarters near my own. Please, come with me."[/color]