She had, it was true, accepted doubtfully the pen he had offered. She could hardly remember his face except for his brown hair, thick lips, and narrow dark eyes. "Put up your blade, Sir Rowland," rejoined Jonathan, resuming his former calm demeanour, "King James the Third will need it. He turned to observe what this object was that had so unexpectedly diverted the young man's attention. “You—appear to know my name, sir,” Sir John said. But I know very well that that word will never be spoken.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDE4LjE4OS4xNzEuMTI1IC0gMjEtMDktMjAyNCAwNjowMToyMSAtIDU5MTA4NDM2Mg==
This video was uploaded to thenextfuture.net on 20-09-2024 21:52:08
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8 - Ref9 - Ref10 - Ref11