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But the appearance of a new knight nearby, whose visit she had somehow managed to overlook, came as a surprise to Alaria. Karneya's one-eyed servant seemed to materialize out of thin air. For some reason, she had the feeling that he was far from the first or the last one-eyed fellow she had encountered who did such a thing. And this one had clearly been following her for some time, since he had heard her conversation with the Golden Coin.
"I'm afraid, my lord, that a small misunderstanding has arisen," she smiled, without losing her composure, "the hypothetical book concerned my own scars. However, the idea of a collection of such scars among warriors in general also deserves to see the light of day. And if you have stories you would like to share with me, I would be delighted to hear them."
- In that case, I would be exceedingly pleased to inflict new scars upon you, ones you could later write about in your book. How about we meet somewhere in private, away from prying eyes, after today's event concludes? And speaking of eyes, - the interlocutor lifts his eyepatch and reveals an empty socket, - this I received from the Mistress. Long, long ago, there was a maidservant in our castle, modest and full of energy, with beautiful, neat ears, quite to my liking. But the Mistress was not pleased that my eyes were involuntarily drawn to her appearance, so she tore out my eye and plunged the maidservant headfirst into boiling water. Since then, my remaining eye has not been distracted by anything unnecessary.