The peasant girl took up the fallen squire’s blade, unskilled but ready to protect him.

The black knight sheathed his sword.

“You won’t fight a woman?”

“I won’t strike down love,” he said, leaving. “Together, you are a treasure I won’t rob the world of.”

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