"I bring word that Saber's Master has agreed to join hands with you--and of a stratagem to throw off those prying minions who await tomorrow's meeting. Saber will pretend to refuse you, and begin a duel with you, but then she will produce a hero as she has produced me--a hero who will pretend to be a Servant. She will claim the right to slay this hero, and you will flee as though the Furies were at your heels. If your honor dictates that you not be seen in fleeing, you may rescue your Master or Saber's from the field." Still on his knees, he looks up imploringly at Lancer. "Is this an acceptable ruse?"