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[dukes_daughter]

Perhaps the snow has begun to melt, and a patch or two of bare grass upon which one may enjoy the bright, cold winter sunlight might be found. A young woman seems to have found one such a spot, at any rate

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[lovingknight]

Lovel is passing by, whistling idly. He notices her belatedly for being quiet, but stops and makes a sort of "oops" face when he realizes this, which she may see if she opens her eyes.

[dukes_daughter]

Which she does, of course, and laughs. "'tis well, good sir."

[lovingknight]

"Ah, now I've woken you. My apologies, m'lady." Facepalm.

[dukes_daughter]

"Sure, sir, you did not, for I was not asleep," she says, getting to her feet.

[lovingknight]

"Oh. Well... that's good." He smiles. "Though now I'm afraid you've taken me utterly off guard."

[dukes_daughter]

"Then I must seek to make amends." She curtsies, very elegantly. "I am Rosalind."

[lovingknight]

"Sir Lovel." He bows. "A pleasure, my lady."

[dukes_daughter]

"A pleasure indeed, good knight. Of what land are you?"

[lovingknight]

"Of Orkney, by birth. More recently of Camelot."

[dukes_daughter]

"Of Camelot?" She laughs. "Didst step, then, from a storybook?"

[lovingknight]

He laughs. "Not to my knowledge, m'lady."

[dukes_daughter]

"It would be a thing to remember, true. To step from a story."

[lovingknight]

"Every life, though, could become a storybook, in the hands of a clever bard, could it not?"

[dukes_daughter]

"Ay, but many would read passing slow."

[lovingknight]

"True enough. Mine was passing slow, until just now."

[dukes_daughter]

"Until coming to this place?"