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“She took everything I had, Lord.” Lucian spoke as he turned towards the man with a single tear, “She killed my family, ruined our hovels, and almost had my life. Even if I kill her with the help of Adok, I cannot return to that life. I cannot become a tender of fields when I have tasted the blood of evil.”
“You believe that the Gods placed you on this path for this?” Count Ramon asked as those aged eyes firmly studied Lucian.
“I can think nothing less. My meeting with Adok made me realize that the Gods are blessing me.”
Lucian watched the Knight lean over and grab the sword that was lying at the side of his bed. With the weapon still in its scabbard he reached over and presented the sheath towards the Peasant. Said Peasant did not need to be told what to do, his hands reaching over and taking the sheath off the weapon.
He examined it for a moment. The longsword was still as prominent as it appeared when it was on the battlefield. Lucian had taken the liberty to clean it and Adok even had a few moments to make all the repairs the weapon needed. The Nobleman must have noticed it as his eyes studied the weapon for more than a minute.
With a practiced motion the Knight flipped the weapon around to grip it by the blade.
As a Bretonnian Lucian knew what was happening, yet as a Peasant he could not help but be dumbfounded at it. He did not speak though for the amount of disrespect would be immense.
“You are correct, Lucian, my life was saved by the Gods for you might just be their agent in this world.” The Nobleman admitted as he frowned, “As to why they looked upon you instead of one with truly noble blood I will not understand and will never try to comprehend. Why I was not chosen is clear, I am too old and would fail them. As for the noble children… I can only shame them.”
The weapon was lowered the hilt of the weapon towards Lucian, “I can fail to hold a blade for Bretonnia and the Lady. Lucian of Verac, take my blade, for you shall take my place.”
>Accept it
>Deny it
