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Before the anger of all the Nobles had been directed upon Lucian. A desire by each of them to bring about the death of the usurper was ready and apparent. Now though they did not know what to do with their built up anger for a Damsel of the Lady had declared it truth. To deny her was to be impious against the Lady herself.
Such confusion was getting to the horses. Each of their steeds thoroughbred with an intelligence that made them far closer to canines than the horses used by the Empire and the Peasantry. They were still beasts though and beasts understood when their owners were readying themselves for what might quickly be a fight.
“Settle yourselves!” Yelled the Duke of Bastonne with a bellow that was fit for a ruler of such great men, “It will be Moriset, his Lord, to decide if what the Damsel and Peasant say are truth!”
Before said duke could even begin to comprehend the situation a member of the crowd advanced upon them. The Knight had upon his shield the blue and gold heraldry of the Dukedom. HIs helm removed Lucian could see the brown hair and striking white wrapped about his waist. A Knight Errant that Lucian recognized in an instant.
“Father I cannot stand by as this walking disaster of a man keeps this up!” Declared Ducal Prince Gillot with a fury within his voice, “I know the words of the Damsel are true but this Peasant must have the Lords of Chaos against him. Not only has he had his entire village set to ruins, but his appearance heralds the coming of the Orcs. The moment he arrived within the city the entire convent of Morr, to whom he is partial to, is now dead! Everywhere this Heir to Ruin walks he brings nothing but travesty!”
The meaning was so clear that Lucian understood it as well. None would challenge the Damsel in the story for she had attested to it. Instead he attacked Lucian directly and accused him of being nothing more than the worst omen ever since the Morrslieb first rose in the air.
Lucian wondered for a moment if there was truth in those words. That he was cursed by the evil god of Necromancy to fight all the horrors the world had to offer.
But what was happening was obvious, this was an attack upon the Honor of Lucian. If he did not address this accusation this instant that any standing honor that would have granted him entry into the Nobility would be shredded away in an instant.
>Death before Dishonor, a Duel of Death Gillot!
>A duel to first blood, fool.
>Rebuff him, the fool
