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Your mental effort is not enough to stun the French nobleman; he is strong-willed and phlegmatic of temperament. He may have hesitated for a split second however, and he is too slow to meet the swinging sword of Sir Thomas Chandos. Sparks fly as, with a mighty sweep, he kills the Frenchman in the saddle. Nevers' horse bolts and the dead Count topples and is dragged across the battlefield, his gauntlet tangled in the reins. A chill feeling of fear takes you in case you have changed history, but as you wait and nothing happens you guess that perhaps Chandos killed Louis de Nevers in history. Before you can breathe a sigh of relief you see an English knight in black armour whose shield bears no device but is as black as sable. He is raising his mace to strike Sir Thomas Chandos and it seems to crackle with a blue aura. You cannot detect any thought at all inside the great black helm. Will you: