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Karl.”
    Theodore returned to his seat and sipped another stout which William had brought for him. There was no seat for Karl.
    “Begging your pardon sir,” he stammered to Theodore. “She told everyone who she was. She stood on that table near the kegs and said she was Kara-Meir, the saviour of Falador and that she had come to Varrock at the King’s request for the Midsummer Festival. Some people laughed at her and called her a liar, and then... well sir, she proved herself so to speak.”
    Theodore shuddered involuntarily.
    “What do you mean?”
    “She held her scabbard up, sir. There was a blue ribbon tied to the hilt of the sword which prevented it from being drawn, or so she said. It was her promise to a man called Bewler or something...”
    “Bhuler.” Theodore corrected. “His name was Bhuler.”
    Karl nodded and Theodore saw that he didn’t dare contest the statement.
    “Go on,” the squire prompted.
    “Anyhow sir, she said to prove herself we could either fetch you from the palace sir, which we weren’t inclined to do being as it were a fair way away, or let her prove it to us. We cheered her on, and men asked her to prove who she was, and... erm... she did.”
    “How did she do so, Karl?” William asked him with a mischievous smile. “You’re going to like this Theodore!”
    “She drew a knife and threw it at a boy, sir.”
    “She did what ?”
    “Threw it at a boy. A small boy who was standing right next to me. Before anyone realised it, she hurled the knife and we all jumped back. But she’s Kara-Meir you see. She didn’t miss!”
    Karl laughed in the manner of someone sharing some private joke.
    Saradomin give me patience!
    “What didn’t she miss?” Theodore demanded before taking a long drink to prevent himself from saying anything that would demean his order.
    “The boy was holding an apple, sir, and the knife went straight through it! Never seen anything like that in all my life sir! Straight into it. Ah, the juice was flowing on the lad’s fingers as he nearly fainted at the shock of it. Well, after that no one doubted her! We lifted her up on our shoulders and led her out into the street and then back into here—everybody was celebrating.” Suddenly Karl’s face darkened. “Varrock needs a hero, sir. I know you’re a visitor here, but there’s something going on...”
    Theodore felt William stiffen at his side.
    “Just get on with the story,” the nobleman instructed.
    “Aye sir. Well after that, she said it was only right that those who had money to spend on drink could spare some for those that had nothing. She said that was how it was in Falador now, after the war, the rich giving money to help the poor. Like you hear in the ballads sometimes, sir. You know what I mean?”
    Theodore nodded.
    Incredible. Kara asking for money? Unbelievable.
    He froze in his seat, a sudden realisation chilling him.
    The message! Gods! Who have I passed that onto?
    “Well, anyhow,” Karl continued, not appearing to noticeTheodore’s sudden discomfort, “she passed a sack round and people put their money in, even me, what little I could afford. She said she would give it out to the needy tomorrow, before the Midsummer Festival. We was all proud at that.”
    “And then?”
    “And that’s it, sir. After that, after we had filled the sack, she went upstairs where she remains now, with the boy she took as a servant.”
    “What did she look like Karl?”
    “Oh, she was Kara-Meir sir, no doubt. Blonde hair to her waist, slim, pale skin.” Karl hesitated, scratching his head. “Well, sir, you should know what she looks like...”
    William spat his stout out in sudden glee, laughing.
    Theodore’s hand smacked down on the tabletop, silencing those nearby.
    “Indeed I do know what she looks like, Karl,” he said more loudly than he had intended. Then in a more controlled voice, he continued. “I am trying to ensure that it’s the same person.”
    “Who else could she be,