Pet, Sir Andrew? PET?? You do disservice to so noble a companion. Yet you do not know him as I do, and thus you cannot rightly judge his worth. And you do him honor in praising him, and thanking him for his aid in battle, and so I forgive you the slight. You are, it is true, more courteous to him than some others of our party, and I do apologize if, due to your greater nobility, I have come to hold you in too high of an expectation.
My companion is no pet, he cannot be bought nor sold, and he is loyal to me because he wishes to be, not because I have tamed or trained him. He may indeed be a miracle, or as was once suggested, a gift from a greater power. I cannot tell; I am a lady of this world and no other, practical more than holy, who knows much about some things, yet very little of far more. What I do know is that this weasel has saved my life, given me comfort, hunted with me, played with me, and shown me beauty. No pet, he.
Forgive me, I pray, if I am too passionate in my convictions or, because, mayhap, of certain events in my past, too quick in my condemnations. Forgive me, also, if I stay too long on a subject.
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