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I remember you.
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You had never squired for anyone before.
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That's right. I ran up and volunteered.
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"Let me, My Lord. Let me."
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My father was furious,
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afraid I'd embarrass our family in front of the family.
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You didn't, though.
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You really remember?
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You knew when you were needed and when to go away.
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It's a rare talent.
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Most of my squires, they mean well,
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but young men with big jobs, they tend to overdo them.