<strong>Belinda Starr</strong><br/><br/><br/>"M'lord is most kind.  I am a dancer, when need demands.  I doubt you've seen me before, I'm no camp follower, I find myself here with the army by chance more than intent."<em>Well, that's mostly true.</em>Belle regarded him thoughtfully, smiling slightly.  "A man of Noble Birth, with no retainers, no servants to attend him.  A huscarl, then.  You take your oath of service that seriously?  Many of your station take the field in service of the kingdom, but usually at the head of their own bands."<br/><br/>Belle rested her chin on her knees, regarding him - and the room behind him - with a nearly unblinking gaze.  "I regret that I do not place you, your family, your position in the Kingdom.  My apologies, but I do not."  Her eyes flicked across him, rested on his bow, returned to meet his gaze.  "You dress very well, you carry yourself with authority.  Clothing and manner of the high born.  Your weapon, very unusual.  A mystery."  She smiled, even her eyes smiled,  and not the hard calculated smile of a woman of the camp.  " l love mysteries.  I make a habit of learning all I can about them."<br/>