Oathbreaker, Book 1: The Knight's Tale - Colin McComb

and its power, as if the knowledge had been implanted into his mind. And he realized that this
blade was now his honor.
The Elite stepped back into formation. Carderas drew his sword and saluted the class
with it, then swept the weapon toward the great gates. The Knights Assembled marched through
them and into their new assignments.
That was the fourth graduation, and for a brief time, Pelagir felt united with his fellows.
On the side of the hill, just off the road, the lights of a tavern blazed into the early spring night.
The dull murmur of a hard-working crowd crept through the open windows, and the child nestled
in the crook of Pelagir’s arm stirred restlessly. He guided his steed to a copse of trees nearby and
dismounted. He watched the tavern for a few minutes, his eyes flickering from the windows to the
doors, through which flowed a stream of customers. He loosened his sword in its scabbard, ran
his fingers through his hair, and strode toward the tavern.
He pushed open the doors to a wash of noise and the smell of old beer and sawdust.
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