The Messenger flickers like a guttering candle--a blink, a breath, and Saber stands in his place with her hand on her hip and her hair loose about her shoulders. "Never trust a messenger to do a hero's work," she says tartly. "You have my word, Lancer. I'll throw myself on any blade turned against your Master, and I'll do it gladly--if you'll swear to protect mine in kind."