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Lucian walked his way through the waters, the little clothing on his back still waterlogged by the sheer depths of ocean that he was dragged through. Yet the smell of the sea did not rest upon him, for what reason Lucian had a guess.
His feet found purchase on firm ground. The edge of the lake did not have any sand on it. Unlike the oceans that he was dragged through his torn shoes dragged themselves through wet grass. It was a good feeling Lucian decided.
At the shore the Knight turned around and got onto his knees. He lowered his whole body so that it would tilt towards the waters that were laid out before him. Complete reverence and obedience, the Knight began to pray to the Gods. The chains that were still on his wrists dangling over into the water.
“Lady of the Lake, Morr of of the Dead, Grimnir of the Dwarfs, and Mann of the Seas.” Lucian spoke with his heart beating with hard thumps against his chest, “In my times I have traveled to these Misty Lands of Albion I have broken my vows. I wish to re-consecrate my vows, speak them once again so that all may hear.”
There was no response. Instead the Knight felt a subtle pain coming from his head with every word that he spoke. It would not stop him, but it was bothersome.
“I hereby swear, under the guise of the Lady and the Grail, that I shall show first penance for deeds committed against both my senses and blood. I shall not mistreat a lesser man upon my journey and each shall have the respect that they are due.” Lucian announced as he cowed himself to the waters, “Such shall be my Oath of Penance.”
There was no response except for the droplets of water that seemingly flowed onto his head.
“I hereby swear to Lay Low the Tyrants who are living within the Lands of Albion. Three great beasts shall I slay in those lands, and in doing so endear the people of those lands to Bretonnia.”
The droplets did not come from the water still on his person or a sudden storm of rain. The Peasant had felt this before, the injury that he sustained from the Vampire in his first fight. When his skull was cracked open.
“I shall swear, with my only release being Morr’s blessing.” Lucian answered as he felt the painful strike of the past going across his head.
When those words were spoken Lucian saw a bright light. He did not dare raise his head against these lights but he could not help but remember.
It was just like that one night.
As he basked in the light, those chains felt just that little bit lighter.
