<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"I was hardly so beloved, little one.  You allow your own biases to cloud your memory, methinks -- you were fond of me, and therefore everyone was."  Cameron chuckled a little.  "There were plenty of your father's men who resented the rank I held in the household... to be granted care of the children at my age was unthinkable!  But your father wished you to have not some stodgy old codger, but men who could fight and play in equal measure."  He stroked her hand fondly.  "And so we did."<br/>
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He was silent a moment, considering why she wouldn't write.  "Gwen... there was no way I would stay away.  I would have been here sooner had the weather cooperated.  You needed me.  I have always come when you needed me."</span></span>