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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Men of Iron by Howard Pyle: wine at his elbow. A clerk sat at the other end of the same
table, with inkhorn in one hand and pen in the other, and a
parchment spread in front of him.
Master Robert, the castle steward, stood before the knight, who
every now and then put to him a question, which the other would
answer, and the clerk write the answer down upon the parchment.
His father stood with his back to the fireplace, looking down
upon the floor with his blind eyes, his brows drawn moodily
together, and the scar of the great wound that he had received at
the tournament at York--the wound that had made him
blind--showing red across his forehead, as it always did when he
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