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The Black Knight needed to think long and hard about this decision. To swear an oath of any kind, especially to the Lady’s visage, was something that the warrior could not fail in. Forever shall he be scorned for it or forever shall he see triumph of it.
He could swear to protect those who ask for his help. A service that would bring a great amount of respect by those looking for a humble soul. In truth Lucian would not mind doing so yet he did not wish to place such a binding upon himself. If anyone was to find out that he was bound by oath to assist all who ask for it he shall never make it to Albion for even the runts of peasants would be upon him.
Maybe he shall declare a slaughter of all undead he comes across. A reasonable oath that would venerate both the Lady and Morr at a single time. Yet what if there was a situation he could not find victory in, where the masses of undead are too numerous for him to slay?
He sincerely wished to do so but his conscience made it obvious that he could not achieve it. He would die of foolishness.
It was then that two ideas were sparked within the mind of Lucian. One was a simple compromise upon an earlier thought that he wished to still adhere to, the next a mission.
Getting off of Nightshade Lucian drew his scythe and placed the head of the scythe’s staff onto the ground. It was positioned in such a way that if the Knight was to pull up on the blade that it would sever the neck of the wielder.
“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 continued to cow his features to the statue, “Such shall be my Oath of Penance.”
The Knight took in a deep breath as he spoke his next words, “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.”
“That is… inspiring.” The words came out with all the surprise that the Damsel held for the Knight, “Do you swear to attain these goals and only through death shall you be released by it?”
“I shall swear, with my only release being Morr’s blessing.”
There was a silence there and a subtle light handing just beyond the eyes of Lucian. Whatever just happened he was blind to yet he did not suspect any treachery. It simply was.
“Rise, Lucian, rise for the Lady accepts your Vows.”
