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You insert the tip of your sword into the gap where the Count's helm meets his breastplate and drive it home. His windpipe is severed and he dies frothing blood inside the darkness of his helmet. One of the English knights curses you for a fool, saying that you could have held him for ransom. Suddenly, 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: