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"The Queen, as you know, made me warden of the lands of Lady Alinor Devaux in recognition of my long loyalty and good service. You, my lord, were graciously pleased to confirm her appointment. Then, after you sent me to Wales, you were so kind as to name me Sheriff of Sussex to reward my labors which, God be thanked, were crowned with success."
Richard nodded easily in confirmation of Simon's statement. It was most tactfully put. There was a faint cynical murmur from the English barons who knew that Simon had come by his appointment, as all of them had come to theirs, by purchase. No one in England had been "given" anything, except Lord John. The King raised his eyes from Simon's face to look around the hall and the murmur died.
"In your father's day, my duties lay in the north and west so that I knew few men in the south. Yet it is my belief that each land is governed best by those who know it best."
"Vérité! Vérité!" burst from the throats of the English lords.
The men of Normandy, Anjou, and the southern provinces looked a little surprised. Richard scowled blackly.
"You said this was a little matter, Sir Simon. We are not here to discuss the theory of governance."
"Nor was it my intent to do so, my lord," Simon said smoothly, his eyes not wavering. "I did but wish to explain why I chose the deputy I set in my place. He is a man of ripe years, of the highest integrity, long accustomed to administration, and completely familiar with the problems of a shire that exposes hundreds of leagues of seacoast to invasion from France."
"Yes, yes, I am sure you would choose a man suitable in every way," Richard said impatiently and unwisely.
"I am glad to hear you say so, my lord." Simon's voice turned a little grim. "Because your Chancellor

 
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