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 Templars, who had taken the advance. Behind the Templars rode the mailed He himself, Sir Robert de Bouain, was riding with the Norman and English troops, just behind the men of Poitou. Sir Robert turned slightly in his the lion-hearted Richard of England— guardant or . Behind the standard-bearer, his great war horse moving with a steady, measured pace, his coronet of gold on his steel helm gleaming in the glaring desert sun, the lions of England on his firm-held shield, was the King himself. Further behind, the Knights Hospitallers protected the rear, guarding "By our Lady!" came a voice from his left. "Three days out from Acre, Sir Robert de Bouain twisted again in his saddle to look at the knight riding alongside him. Sir Gaeton de l'Arc-Tombé sat tall and straight in 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 "Both," said Sir Gaeton flatly. "They fear us, else they would not dally "Give them time. We must wait for their attack, sir knight. It were "We of Gascony fear no heathen Musselman," Sir Gaeton growled. "It's Sir Robert heard his own laugh echo hollowly within his helmet. "Perhaps men of cooler blood." He knew that the others were baking inside their heavy armor, although he himself was not too uncomfortable. Sir Gaeton looked at him with a smile that held both irony and respect. "In truth, sir knight, it is apparent that you fear neither men nor heat. Nor is your own blood too cool. True, I ride with your Normans and your English and your King Richard of the Lion's Heart, but I am a Gascon, and have sworn no fealty to him. But to side with the Duke of Burgundy against King Richard—" He gave a short, barking laugh. "I fear no man," he went on, "but if I had to fear one, it would be Richard of England." Sir Robert's voice came like a sword: steely, flat, cold, and sharp. "My of France, as do we all. Philip has deserted the field. He has returned to France in haste, leaving the rest of us to fight the Saracen for the Augustus," said Sir Gaeton. The Duke is no coward, and Richard Plantagenet well knows it. As I said, he spoke in haste." "It was my duty." Sir Robert's voice was stubborn. "Could we have permitted a quarrel to develop between the two finest knights and of France has cost us dearly. Could we permit the desertion of Burgundy, too?" "You did what must be done in honor," the Gascon conceded, "but you have not gained the love of Richard by doing so." Sir Robert felt his jaw set firmly. "My king knows I am loyal." of Sir Robert de Bouain. Sir Robert rode on in silence, feeling the movement of the horse beneath Sir Robert turned his horse to look. 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 Master of the Hospitallers rode to the rear, to the King's standard, The voice of the Duke of Burgundy came to Sir Robert's ears. 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 attack." It was Sir Gaeton. "My lord the King," Sir Robert heard his voice say, "is right in all but 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!" "St. George and England!" the Gascon echoed. Two great war horses began to move ponderously forward toward the battle 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 died. His lighter armor had hardly impeded the incoming spear-point, and 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 sweeping arc, and the Egyptian's horse rode on with the rider's headless body. Behind him, Sir Robert heard further cries of "St. George and England!" The Hospitallers, taking heart at the charge, were going in! Behind them Beauvais, who carried a great warhammer in order that he might not break Church Law by shedding blood. Sir Robert's own sword rose and fell, cutting and hacking at the enemy. 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 ." He had a pack of cigarettes in his gauntleted hand, which he profferred to Sir Robert. There were three cigarettes protruding from it, one slightly farther than the others. Sir Robert's hand reached out and took Old Kings ." He put one end of the cigarette in his mouth and lit the other from the lighter in Sir Gaeton's hand. "Yes, sir," said Sir Gaeton, after lighting his own cigarette, " Old Kings are the greatest. They give a man real, deep-down smoking pleasure." "There's no doubt about it, Old Kings cigarette." Sir Robert could feel the soothing smoke in his lungs as he inhaled deeply. cigarette." "Nor I," agreed the Gascon. " 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 Old Kings right down to the very end." "No, but you can always light another later," said the Gascon knight. Sir Robert and Sir Gaeton spurred their chargers toward the flapping banner of England. The fierce warrior-king of England, his mighty sword in hand, was cutting down Turks as though they were grain-stalks, but still the Sir Robert lost all track of time. There was nothing to do but keep his breastbone. Where was Sir Gaeton? Where were the others? Where was the coronet! Richard! Without hesitation, Sir Robert plunged his horse toward the surrounded their hands full with Sir Robert de Bouain. He did not know how long he fought there, holding his charger motionless 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 England" behind him. The Norman and English troops were charging in, 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. 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 sovereign and liege lord. My sword and my life are yours whenever you 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 England, sir knight." Robert Bowen nodded briskly and patted the televike helmet. "It was Robert Bowen sighed. "If this thing goes on the air the way it is, he'll , and, believe me, the real

<question>:
Gascon ___ Sir Robert

<options>:
A monitors
B envies
C ignores
D respects

<answer>:

D