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Lucian stood at the door way as three Knight Errants stood before him. Each of them were breathing heavily as they had ridden at full gallop to the Garden of Morr from Castle Bastonne. Each of them found the gates leading to the garden locked from the inside as Lucian stood behind it.
It was a standoff that Lucian did not want to be apart of. At the suggestion of Adok the Peasant had locked the gates to the Garden to make sure that none but the Dukes could enter upon their return. In such a time Lucian had been hard at work sanifying the fallen with the petty blessing that Morr had granted him the ability to cast.
He was a Peasant and these were Knights, but they were all standing with the Temple of Morr. Each of these men had witnessed Lucian tending to the dead and the subtle inflection of calmness a Miracle of Morr granted to a corpse. So by their understanding he was the highest ranking Priest of Morr within the Temple and thus had complete control over the functions of the Temple below only the Ducal Authority.
They, being Knight Errants, no matter how arrogant knew that committing a taboo within the Temple of Morr would only lead to them being cursed by both their brethren and the Death God. If one was cursed by the God of Death and Dreams, not even the Lady herself could provide him with solace.
So they stood there and waited. Their hands not even daring to reach for the blade as they awaited the inevitable.
It was then that the stampede of hooves roared through the streets on the other side of the Garden’s walls. These were the second pair that Lucian had heard today with the first belonging to the Knights who were standing before him. The sheer amount of armored clatter led Lucian to believe these men, far more than these Errants, had fashioned themselves for war.
The Knights on the other side of the gate noticed their too and quickly moved to the side while kneeling. Lucian would have done the same but he had to rush towards the gate and unbar the gate that he had so hurriedly locked. As the gate opened the pair of dukes were in sight.
“Squire Lucian.” Duke Guion of Bastonne, blood heir of Gilles the Uniter, shouted at the Peasant with all his might, “Show me to the Mausoleum!”
“This way Lord!” Lucian shouted back as the gate swung open with all his might.
Quickly the pair of dukes marched in with four Knights of the Realm at their backs. Each of them covered nearly head to toe in a steel battleplate that was emaculate to the eye. There was no question that if there was even a suspicion on where the Corpse could lay, that these warriors would ruin it to find the corpse.
