“Of course there are!” Varia said, cutting him off. She fluttered down to Linsha’s knee and stared at the four astounded knights. She had been quiet as an owl until that point, and now her avian temper was aroused. “You have not asked me or Crucible! Nor have you summoned Callista, Falaius Taneek, or the shaman Tancred. What Lady Linsha has told you is the truth. There should be no question of her honor.”
“What magic is this?” demanded the High Clerist.
“None of her doing,” hooted Varia. “I am my own being. I stay with the Rose Knight because of her courage, her willingness to sacrifice, and her sense of honor.”
Linsha hid a small smile. She was surprised Varia had chosen to speak in front of the knights. Surprised and very touched.
“If I may, my lords,” said Varia, “I would like to bring in a witness for her defense.”
Without giving the council a chance to respond, Varia loosed a piercing whistle.
Someone knocked on the council doors. Bemused, the Grand Master nodded to the guards who opened the door to admit a guest.
A tall, golden-haired man with a trim beard and eyes the color of dark amber limped into the room and bowed to the knights. He was dressed in the most splendid finery befitting the Lord Governor of Sanction, and he outshone everyone in the room. Standing straight before the High Knights he radiated power and assurance like a lion among kittens.
Linsha felt her heart race and her face flush with pleasure. A grin spread over her face to see him. Gods, she thought to herself, all he had to do was walk into the room and she turned to mush.
“Lord Bight,” welcomed Sir Liam. “It is a pleasure to see you. We thought you were dead.”
“Or fled,” remarked the High Justice to the Grand Master’s right.
“I was detained,” Lord Bight said.
“How is your leg?” Sir Liam inquired.
“It heals slowly.”
“Do you wish to address the council?”
Lord Bight tilted his head in a slight nod. “Perhaps later. At this time I have brought the results of Linsha’s oath for your consideration.” He turned, motioned to the doors, and spoke a word in the ancient tongue of the dragons. The doors opened wide, pushing the guards aside. There was a sudden outburst of bumps, bangs, scratches, squeaks, and rustlings as all eight dragonlets tried to get through the wide doors at once.
Linsha smiled in delight and held out her arms. Snorting and growling at each other, the eight sorted themselves out and rushed to greet her. Varia fled to a ceiling beam.
It was impossible to embrace them all at once, but Linsha touched, patted, or scratched them all as they crowded around her, all of them trying to talk and be near her at once.
The High Knights watched the scene with amusement. Finally Sir Liam signaled to Lord Bight, who shouted an order for silence. The young brasses obeyed, and a welcome silence settled over the council room, though one of them hissed at the Grand Master.
“Lord Bight, your point has been duly noted.”
The knights leaned together to talk quietly among themselves again.
While they talked, Lord Bight walked to Linsha’s chair, took her hand in his, and waited quietly with her. The dragons gathered protectively around her, and Varia flew back to her shoulder.
Linsha settled back in her chair and closed her eyes.
“Are you frightened?” Lord Bight whispered.
“No.” And it was true. She felt as comfortable and content as she had the night in the cave. It didn’t matter to her anymore what the council decided. One way or another she would find a way to stay with Crucible and the dragonlets. The gods had brought them all home. Surely they would not separate them now. “Are you?”
“No. I am with you.”
She felt hot blood rise up her neck and into her cheeks. “They could send me on a mission to the Abyss as penance, you know.”
“Then I’ll help you dig.” He smiled down at her.
Sir Liam spoke out, “Lord Bight, you know Sanction has had a very difficult time. Are you planning to return?”
“It is my desire. I would have given my life to the city, but the Tarmaks decided otherwise.”
The knights considered his words in the light of his newly revealed identity.
“You are one of the few dragonlords left to our world,” the Grand Master pointed out. “Your services would he invaluable.”
Lord Bight lifted a single eyebrow. “Indeed.”
The council studied the group around Linsha and weighed her testimony. Then they looked at one another and nodded.
Linsha waited. Her fingers tightened around Lord Bight’s hand.
Sir Liam put his elbows on the table in front of him and looked down at Linsha. “Lady Knight, it is written, ‘Courage is the will to strike a blow for the cause of good, no matter what sacrifice the effort demands.’ You have certainly shown the courage to be true to your sacred oath to Iyesta. Your escape from Solamnic justice, under the circumstances, was warranted. Sir Remmik’s zeal, sincere as it seems to have been, left him… misguided. Your collusion with this Akkad-Dar seems to have been a genuine effort to protect others he would have most certainly harmed. However, there is still the matter of the murder of Malawaitha. Torn by two oaths you might have been, but in no way can the Oath and the Measure sanction one of our own turning assassin. Pure as your motives might have been, this council must judge your actions. You have sinned, Lady Majere.”
Varia ruffled her feathers, and Lord Bight opened his mouth to speak.
“Please, Lord Bight,” said the Grand Master, cutting him off. “Let me finish. Lady Majere, you have violated the Oath and the Measure. This Malawaitha might well have deserved punishment, but your challenge to her-forced as it might have been-can in no way be excused.” He looked to the men sitting to each side of him. Each of them nodded. “Penance must be dealt. You are hereby removed from the active lists. You will be a Knight-in-Exile until such time that you have redeemed yourself. For your penance, we assign you the task of continuing the task Iyesta swore you to do. Your oaths, both to the Knighthood and to the dragon Iyesta, bind you still. Guard these dragonlets, guard your honor, and guard those in need-with your life if need be. In regard to the young dragons, we believe Lord Bight can be of assistance. When they are grown and have gone their own ways, you may return to this castle and petition to be reinstated. This council is dismissed.”
With that, the three High Knights stood and left the room, their scribes gathering their parchment and following them out.
A glow of delight spread over Linsha’s face. She was being punished by swearing to do the one thing her heart told her to do? Thank you, Kiri-Jolith! She leaped to her feet and threw her arms around Lord Bight.
“Do you feel like another flight?” she whispered in his ear.
He nodded, holding her close the entire length of their bodies. The dragonlets squirmed with suppressed excitement.
“Then let’s go to Sanction,” she said. “I just want to stop in Solace on the way. My family should be present when we are married.”
Varia and the dragonlets crooned together in delight.
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