Sir Cyril was the odd one, gifted with a peculiar magic talent which his parents, though they didn't understand it, encouraged from the start.

Sir Cyril had no wish to offend her and risk losing his kitchen privileges.

Sir Cyril shook his head and scanned the scroll again.

Sir Cyril forgot the song and glanced around him, thinking to remark on the incident to whoever was closest at hand.

Sir Cyril still feared that the delay would cost the King his life.

Sir Cyril very much feared the mission, if not their collective existence, was doomed.

Sir Cyril looked, and stood on tiptoe to shout up to his lord's ear.

"Too kind," she murmured, then turned to greet Sir Cyril with only slightly more warmth.

Sir Cyril said children from "broken homes" were often among the best pupils at boarding school.

The photograph was of a cheery Sir Cyril's head & shoulders.