Oathbreaker, Book 1: The Knight's Tale - Colin McComb
Oathbreaker, Book 1: The Knight's Tale - Colin McComb
Oathbreaker, Book 1: The Knight's Tale - Colin McComb
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Caltash said, would develop a unique fighting style; these new techniques would provide a<br />
cornerstone for each style. By the time of the final graduation, a month later, the newest Elite had<br />
developed formidable killing talents.<br />
<strong>The</strong>ir final graduation, then, was an actual ceremony, an induction into the Fellowship of<br />
Knights Assembled. <strong>The</strong> ceremony took place in the vast courtyard of the Knights’ Hall in the<br />
Imperial Palace, and half the knighthood was in attendance.<br />
It was a bright blue day, and errant gusts snapped the pennons on the grandstand. <strong>The</strong><br />
commander, Sir Ellionn Carderas, stood atop the podium, gazing with sharp eye upon all the<br />
knights of Pelagir’s class who marched before him: the Lesser, the Faithful, and the Elite. <strong>The</strong>y<br />
gleamed in their armor, and their feet beat a thunderous cadence on the hard-packed ground. <strong>The</strong>y<br />
formed into neat rows before the dais and stood at military attention as he spoke to them of duty,<br />
honor, and their service to the Empire.<br />
And then he called forth the newest of the Elite. <strong>The</strong>y came and stood directly in front of<br />
him as attendants placed slim boxes behind the commander. Carderas unlatched the first case and<br />
reverently lifted out a gleaming metal spear. Hints of red glittered from it in the sun, chasing each<br />
other up and down the shaft. <strong>The</strong> commander held it aloft, letting the assembled warriors view it,<br />
and called out, “Sir Michael, of the Order Elite, Class of the Hawk!”<br />
Michael stepped forward and extended his hands. Carderas laid the spear across<br />
Michael's hands, and when he released it, Michael jerked slightly, his hands clamping down hard<br />
on the shaft of the spear. He bowed slightly to the commander over the spear, and blood welled<br />
between his fingers as he stepped backward to his place in the line. This process repeated for the<br />
other six—swords of varying size and shape for Kelvin, Sonia, Lyral, and Tarrason, a wickedly<br />
flanged mace for Kildare, and a morning star for Allan.<br />
When it came to be Pelagir’s turn, Carderas lifted forth a greatsword five feet long. He<br />
lifted it to the sky: “Sir Pelagir, of the Order Elite, Class of the Crown!” <strong>The</strong> others restrained<br />
themselves, but their surprise was obvious—Pelagir had become one of the King’s Chosen, one<br />
of the king’s bodyguards, spies, and assassins, ordinarily a slot reserved for a knight who had<br />
proven himself over years.<br />
Pelagir bowed and took the hilt of his weapon, and pain entered him again. It was if<br />
thorns shot from the grip, sliding into his tendons and veins, and the blade hummed in his grasp.<br />
<strong>The</strong> red tint in the blade became more pronounced as the sword fed on Pelagir’s blood and bound<br />
the two together. Even as Pelagir sheathed his weapon, he found that he understood its workings<br />
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