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She nodded. “Yes, Gideon. I am ready.” “Very well,” he said. “Lances are rarely effective in a melee, as it is a jousting weapon. However, before the incident with the Avernatti, you were excellent with it in close combat,” he took a step toward her. “Here, I will show you,” he said as he went behind her. “May I?” he asked, meaning to touch her. She hesitated for a moment. “Yes.” The Knight touched her shoulder and back, correcting her posture. “You should always have your back straight, Your Grace,” he said. “Hold you lance with your dominant hand, palms up, and thumb out,” “Uhuh,” she responded following his instructions. He was awfully close to her that his scent invaded her space. She shook her head in an effort to stay focused. “Like this?” “Yes, Your Grace, just like that,” he c