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“It… it is true Lord!” Lucian spoke with a small amount of energy laced within his words, “I helped get us to the garden and it was Adok who slew the Necromancers as I kept their body guards accompanied. They had one guard who I believe to have been a Knight of the Realm.”
Suddenly the whispers came but they were not among the peasantry. Instead it was the Knights around Lucian who were taking issue with the words that he spoke. He could hear the words like ‘impossible’ and ‘dishonor’ that were now growing amongst the Knights who continued to gather in more and more quantity.
It was here Lucian realized the differences and similarities among the Nobility and the Peasantry. Both will talk about what was happening in front of them. Having their own little side conversations as they made commentary to place their own spin upon the happenings. The difference that separates the Peasantry and the Nobility was that Nobles did not need to hide their words for something so scandalous.
“Is that whose armor you bring with you?” it was not the Duke of Bastonne who spoke but the Duke of Bordeleaux, Moriset, who gave those words, “Alberea, why did you see it fit that a Peasant such as he would carry only the armor of the Knight? Where is his corpse?”
The Duke had placed the attention towards the woman to which the Damsel simply gave a smile. Lucian could not exactly tell what was happening but it seemed that there was a specific reason the Duke placed her in charge of the situation and not Lucian himself. It did not matter though as the woman simply gave a nod towards Lucian. Such defeating the purpose of what might have been a deft political move.
Lucian could not deny her and the Duke looked upon him expectantly. He could have demanded the words come from her mouth but demanding such things from a Damsel of the Lady was beyond impious.
“The corpse is no longer with us, the Knight had turned to dust upon my slaying of his undead visage.” Lucian told everyone, “During our fight the Knight had wagered his armor after I had acted in honor to him. As he lost, I am now the armor’s owner.”
Roars came from all around as the sound of metal clattering echoed upon the tall walls of Castle Bastonne. There was the sounds of what were weapons being gripped and some even being drawn from their sheaths. Lucian felt the desire of murder so many of the Warriors had for him in that moment. Their desire to slaughter his life and ring him across the ground for daring to suggest that a mere Peasant defeated a Knight of the Realm in open combat.
Before any could attack the Damsel spoke, “I affirm this testimony! In respect for the Black Knight who honorably dueled Lucian of Verac this Peasant should be made a Noble!”
