Blaise

My lady,” she gasped, “here is Sir Blaise Mickleton, who entreats the honor to speak with you.

There in his turn had Blaise been laid, and thither Charlotte had followed them.

Blaise, on the other side of a scraggly ninebark bush, seemed to be examining a pile of boulders and rock fragments.

He taught the others to read, while Blaise, who was rather shy and timid, remained the dreamer of them all.