And a farmgirl with nine months time to learn and no mentor would be unlikely to know all the courtly stories by heart... not that she mentioned that detail. Giles could reason that out for himself, he had just proven to be smart. When he was not thinking about panties. "You are doing well," she applauded. "No, I am not, by law, lowborn - other than being a bastard, that is. And no, I am not going to tell you exactly who." She suspected the baroness knew - 'two decades' and the general area limited the amount of candidate families substantially - but the baroness had asked, and been in a position to deny her shelter. She grinned to herself, then directed the full force of her smile at Giles - she could light up a room with it, if she chose to. "Asking for yourself as much as the soldiers?" And the baroness, she didn't add - if he was taking his duties as squire seriously, he would be reporting back to her, and let her compare notes.