"And if I agree?"
"You will begin by taking the ancient feudal oath of my country."
"Isn't my word enough? I'm a Kentuckian, you know."
"But I insist."
Jarvis smiled indulgently.
"Very well—I'll swear the blackest oath you can utter." His eyes twinkled. "Let's hear it all now."
The girl drew back her shoulders haughtily. It was apparent that she took this curious idea more seriously than the prelude would suggest.
"What is your name?"
"Jarvis."
"All of it?"