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With those words the old Knight of the Realm left Lucian for the doors. The simple fact of the matter was that Remon was not only an old Knight but one who could not carry a sword and shield together. While he was allowed to be here out of respect the man did not belong.
The man knew it and took a respectful leave when the chance came.
Lucian did not take time to study the room now, for this was not the moment for him to take such a stance. Instead he ascended the stairs towards the highstand where a long table housed the lords in their thrones.
Where said table came from Lucian did not know. When they were in the ceremony it was an open space before them without a hint that they were going to have something to eat upon. To that Lucian had been proven wrong by whatever means he was ignorant was.
The two dukes sat side by side with neither having the higher chair. At their sides were their respective courts with the Monarchsword of either man being at their sides. Already Lucian had succeeded in his ascension, and as if popping an annoying boil, left him feeling so relieved that he could do anything. In that sense there was no nervousness as he approached for now his status was certain and he did not have fear of a headsman’s axe.
Taking what was taught to him in such a short amount of time Lucian kneeled before the Dukes. It was not the voice of the Herald who called out to him now but that of Duke Moriset himself, “Rise, Sir Lucian of Verac. It is your Knighting day, and this feast in part is to your honor.”
“Thank you, Lord.” Lucian felt those words coming out like sweetwine as he felt no fear or surprise speaking to the Duke, “I came to say my thanks to you, my Lord, and to Duke Guillon for allowing us a venue for my becoming.”
“I did what I saw to be right.” The Duke said as he took a large bite from a hog’s rump he held within his hands, “You have done more in less than a year than several Knights of the Realm can accomplish within a lifetime. It was only the lack of noble status, which only an adoption or proclamation by the King, that prevented you from becoming a Knight’s Errant.”
“You are lucky that a Knight, even a posthumous one, accepted you into their household.” Pointed out Duke Guillon as he took a bite out of an apple, “The King is not in the mind to be granting peasants Nobility these days.”
