[id: close up of sir john from over janet’s left shoulder as she puts her hand up to her face saying, “you see, good sir, we were, sob, waylaid on the road by bandits…” “bandits!” sir john exclaims. “in my shire? say no more, my lady. do but allow me to ring my chamberlain and he shall see you both appareled and fed as befits your station.” /end id]
