Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

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... After a Few Words ... by Seaton McKettrig Illustrated by Summer This is a science-fiction story. History is a science the other was the forward part of the column. Far ahead, he knew, were the Knights troops, just behind the men of Poitou. Sir Robert turned slightly in his the lion-hearted Richard of England— gleaming in the glaring desert sun, the lions of England on his firm-held shield, was the King himself. Sir Robert de Bouain twisted again in his saddle to look at the knight the sun. Sir Robert's lips formed a smile. "They are not far off, Sir Gaeton. "Like the jackals they are," said Sir Gaeton. "They assail us from the face us in open battle." "Is it fear, or are they merely gathering their forces?" that Saladin has at hand more than enough to overcome us, were they all this Hellish heat that is driving me mad." He pointed toward the eastern hills. "The sun is yet low, and already the heat is unbearable." Sir Robert heard his own laugh echo hollowly within his helmet. "Perhaps 'twere better to be mad when the assault comes. Madmen fight better than men of cooler blood." He knew that the others were baking inside their heavy armor, although he himself was not too uncomfortable. your English and your King Richard of the Lion's Heart, but I am a Burgundy against King Richard—" He gave a short, barking laugh. "I of England." Sir Robert's voice came like a sword: steely, flat, cold, and sharp. "My lord the King spoke in haste. He has reason to be bitter against Philip of France, as do we all. Philip has deserted the field. He has returned to remain with us." "Richard of England has never been on the best of terms with Philip he spoke in haste." "And you intervened," said Sir Gaeton. "It was my duty." Sir Robert's voice was stubborn. "Could we have permitted a quarrel to develop between the two finest knights and warleaders in Christendom at this crucial point? The desertion of Philip Sir Robert felt his jaw set firmly. "My king knows I am loyal." showed that he felt that Richard of England might even doubt the loyalty of Sir Robert de Bouain. Sir Robert rode on in silence, feeling the movement of the horse beneath him. Sir Robert turned his horse to look. thousand anvils. "Stand fast! Stand fast! Hold them off!" It was the voice of King Richard, sounding like a clarion over the din of battle. Sir Robert felt his horse move, as though it were urging him on toward the battle, but his hand held to the reins, keeping the great charger in which hardly moved in the still desert air, now that the column had stopped moving. The voice of the Duke of Burgundy came to Sir Robert's ears. "Stand fast. The King bids you all to stand fast," said the duke, his and the Knights Templars. The Master of the Hospitallers was speaking in a low, urgent voice to the King: "My lord, we are pressed on by the enemy and in danger of "Good Master," said Richard, "it is you who must sustain their attack. No one can be everywhere at once." The Master of the Hospitallers nodded curtly and charged back into the fray. The King turned to Sir Baldwin de Carreo, who sat ahorse nearby, and A voice very close to Sir Robert said: "Richard is right. If we go to the aid of the Hospitallers, we will expose the column to a flank attack." It was Sir Gaeton. "My lord the King," Sir Robert heard his voice say, "is right in all but one thing. If we allow the Egyptians to take us from the rear, there time. Are you with me?" "Against the orders of the King?" "The King cannot see everything! There are times when a man must use his own judgment! You said you were afraid of no man. Are you with me?" After a moment's hesitation, Sir Gaeton couched his lance. "I'm with you, sir knight! Live or die, I follow! Strike and strike hard!" "Forward then!" Sir Robert heard himself shouting. "Forward for St. George and for England!" Sir Robert felt the shock against himself and his horse as the steel tip The Saracen, impaled on Sir Robert's lance, shot from the saddle as he now his body dragged it down as he dropped toward the desert sand. saber, taking advantage of Sir Robert's sagging lance. The Egyptian's curved sword clanged against Sir Robert's helm, setting Behind him, Sir Robert heard further cries of "St. George and England!" Sir Robert's own sword rose and fell, cutting and hacking at the enemy. He himself felt a dreamlike detachment, as though he were watching the battle rather than participating in it. Breathing heavily, Sir Robert sheathed his broadsword. Beside him, Sir Gaeton did the same, saying: "It will be a few minutes before they can regroup, sir knight. We may have routed them completely." "Aye. But King Richard will not approve of my breaking ranks and disobeying orders. I may win the battle and lose my head in the end." "This is no time to worry about the future," said the Gascon. "Rest for a moment and relax, that you may be the stronger later. Here—have an Old Kings ." to Sir Robert. There were three cigarettes protruding from it, one slightly farther than the others. Sir Robert's hand reached out and took that one. "Thanks. When the going gets rough, I really enjoy an Old Kings ." lighter in Sir Gaeton's hand. are a man's cigarette." Sir Robert could feel the soothing smoke in his lungs as he inhaled deeply. any cigarette." is the only real cigarette when "That's for sure." Sir Robert watched a smoke ring expand in the air. There was a sudden clash of arms off to their left. Sir Robert dropped King Richard, on seeing his army moving suddenly toward the harassed Sir Robert and Sir Gaeton spurred their chargers toward the flapping The fierce warrior-king of England, his mighty sword in hand, was Sir Robert lost all track of time. There was nothing to do but keep his isolated and alone, cut off from the rest of the Christian forces! He breastbone. Where was Sir Gaeton? Where were the others? Where was the And the great king, in spite of his prowess was outnumbered heavily and Without hesitation, Sir Robert plunged his horse toward the surrounded monarch, his great blade cutting a path before him. their hands full with Sir Robert de Bouain. over the inert body of the fallen king, hewing down the screaming enemy, but presently he heard the familiar cry of "For St. George and for boiling around the embattled pair, forcing the Turks into retreat. And for the second time, Sir Robert found himself with no one to fight. And then a voice was saying: "You have done well this day, sir knight. Richard Plantagenet will not forget." Sir Robert turned in his saddle to face the smiling king. "My lord king, be assured that I would never forget my loyalty to my call." King Richard's gauntleted hand grasped his own. "If it please God, I shall never ask your life. An earldom awaits you when we return to Robert took off his helmet. helmet had projected into his eyes, the studio seemed strangely cavelike. "How'd you like it, Bob?" asked one of the two producers of the show. Robert Bowen nodded briskly and patted the televike helmet. "It was O.K.," he said. "Good show. A little talky at the beginning, and it needs a better fade-out, but the action scenes were fine. The sponsor ought to like it—for a while, at least." "What do you mean, 'for a while'?" Robert Bowen sighed. "If this thing goes on the air the way it is, he'll lose sales." "Why? Commercial not good enough?" " Too , and, believe me, the real

<question>:
What is Robert's role in the story?

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A He is the representative from Old Kings
B He is one of the producers of the show
C He is there to test the virtual reality helmet
D He is asked offer feedback on an episode

<answer>:

D