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To the words spoken the Duke nodded, “I see, thank you Adok for your insight and for your words Lucian.”
It helped the heart of Lucian to hear those words after such a brutal fight. From how it sounded the Duke believed their words over those of his son. Adok’s words must have struck a piece of knowledge that the Duke knew about the orcs. Lucian did recall seeing many of these beasts with weapons sticking out of their faces and limbs, but had not considered if they were truly that tough.
“I believe that has given us clarification of the situation.” The Duke announced as he turned to look at his son, “My son, I can understand that through the fog of battle you might not have seen what had happened in the same moment you delivered such a blow.”
Clever, Lucian admitted, for the Duke was simply giving to his child a choice. If he kept to his pride which had caused so many problems as of late then this will surely become an item in their feud. If not, however, Gillot might potentially ascend to being a Knight of the Realm along with Lucian.
It had obviously struck a cord with the young scion for his expression has stopped mid sneer. It would mean throwing away his pride just this one moment but the potential was there. Lucian could guess that many have become Realm Knights for less than what they had accomplished here.
“Father.” Gillot began as he stared directly into the eyes of his Father, through the helm that the man wore, “I stand by what I witnessed. These fools wish to discredit me when it was I who killed the Warlord and brought to Bretonnia this great victory.”
The helm of Moriset dipped at that moment. He made it clear his disapproval of such a declaration but such disappointment would not stop a fool of a son.
“Then let my words be written in the annals,” The Duke firmly declared while looking between them, “Those who receive credit for the killing of the Warboss shall earn their promotion of a Knight of the Realm. Credit will be given when both sides agree on the events this day, and administered accordingly.”
The Duke turned to his son once again to make a point, “Both of you must say it to me in person, it cannot be done posthumously and will not be accepted through hearsay. I shall accept no other pardon or treaty!”
Upon those words both sides looked at the other, a burning fire coming into the chest of Lucian. It seemed their Feud had become something more than simply about honor, it had become a path for ascension.
Victory is given when the other side relents their side of the story.
