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Ivanhoe had just killed Sir Brian de Bois- Gilbert, I watched him and felt the hilt of my sword, perhaps I could change history without a word, we spoke and he said that you can call me Richard. I said that I was from the future and needed him to dispose of Isis in the Middle East 2018, he looked at me and said:' Would you wish me to leave the Lady Rowena to do this task? I said that I would because he was a winner, we now needed to remove infidels and sinner; we rode together - now I was in the book, there was hope as far as you could look. Those arrows would now be banging into the gates, there was a chance we would rid ourselves of fools everyone hates.

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