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“A p-peasant…” Lucian could see suddenly the gears turning within the mind of Gillot as he understood what those words meant, “You played us, everyone! You [i:lit]knew[/i:lit] that a feud could not continue during a Crusade and so declared it knowing I would not harm you!”
“Yes.” Lucian gave the simple answer with an extra side he knew would help the man realize the full situation.
Lucian could see the fury in the eyes of the man, but said eyes quickly turned to sheer surprise and resignation as he understood what was happening. He shook himself violently as if attempting to understand such a play was antithetical to him.
“What about my Father? To say this, even as my Father sanctioned the Feud, would be a stain upon his honor.”
“He allowed it because he knew this too.” Lucian told Gillot as he kept his eyes upon the young Prince. Green eyes piercing the blues of a thorough bred prince, “He did not want a Knight to die, especially not his son, when the battle was so near. He was also looking for a reason not to disinherit you, or did you forget that ultimatum?”
Suddenly, as if an iron had been struck, the Prince stopped. Realization stratched across his soul as he looked firmly into Lucian’s eyes that showed just how certain he was of the truth. Unwittingly, during the conversation, the two of them had risen from their seats as the tense atmosphere caused their warrior spirits to respond.
The Prince held himself for a moment, then as if remembering one more thing lowered himself onto the stone throne, “My Father’s honor… he would not put such a thing at risk.”
“A Father would for their Son.” Lucian answered him, “Gillot, your charge into the hordes of undead to fight them and try to kill their Necromancer was not the actions of a brigand or even the common Knight. You could have simply waited out the siege, and when it was done take me in.”
“I had to go in and fight. If I did not then you would have surely died!” Declared the Prince as he slammed his fist into his chest.
“You knew I would live.” Lucian told the Prince, “You know that I am blessed by the Gods. That Morr would not have left his champion to die just as he allowed me to live against the Skaven. You went in because your beliefs bred into you by your Father and the Lady that you would not allow even another race to fall under the heel of the undead! You fought with me, your declared Rival, to bring down the Necromancer’s army together! Gillot, we have both met Knights who would not do such a thing! They are the fools who are fighting wars in the lands even after I told them that the undead walk amongst us!”
