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At last you knock his sword aside and cleave the air with a mighty cut that embeds your sword in his side. He tumbles from his horse, snapping his neck as he hits the ground just as the sword of Sir Thomas Chandos whistles through the air where he would have been but for your blow. 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 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: