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The inward hiss of breath told Simon almost all he needed to know and, realizing he had betrayed himself, Llewelyn did not attempt to deny the relationship. He merely said, "You will not find me near enough related to be worth anything to you."
To that forlorn hope of a lie, Simon made no answer. He walked across the tiny room to where his accoutrements lay and drew his knife from its belt sheath. Llewelyn's breath drew in again, but he did not flinch or retreat.
"Allow me to loosen your wrists, my lord," Simon said quietly. "I am afraid you will need to suffer that indignity when we are abroad, but here there is no reason for you to be uncomfortable." He turned to Ian as soon as Llewelyn's wrists were free. ''Call for a guard, eight men. They must watch around the day and night. When you have chosen them, come and join us."
When the guards arrived, Simon told them, "This is Lord Llewelyn. If he escapes, you die. However, he is to be treated with every courtesy. If any hurt befalls him, worse will befall you. Choose among yourselves four to watch by day and four by night and let the night four guard this door."
The men stared at Llewelyn both to fix his features in mind and out of curiosity. In their experience a noble prisoner would give oath upon his honor not to escape and then would be treated as an ordinary guest. To call for a guard would mean that the prisoner had a bad character and could not be trusted to keep his word. Usually such men could be treated with brutality and contempt, but this prisoner was obviously different. Sir Simon did not threaten idly, and eight guards bespoke great importance.
After they filed out, each having bowed respectfully to both Simon and his captive, Ian entered triumphantly bearing a cooking pot and a triangle to support it. Simon cocked a suspicious eye at the contents of the cooking pot.

 
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