"Stop!" you scream...
The man lurches backwards. He drops his sword and clutches his chest.
"Avalona, please!" He begs for mercy, falling down onto one
knee and looking up at you beseechingly.
You gaze down at him very calmly, considering your anger. "Sir
Erad," you say, "for that is your name, is it not?"
"Milady," the knight acknowledges, falling facedown and
stretching out before you. "Queen Avalona. Sir Erad is your
humble servant."
You reach out and grab the sword, and snatch the sheath from the
prostrate knight's side. You search him warily for any weapons, and
then search his horse as well. No weapons in sight.
"Sir Erad," you say regally, "rise. You will be my
servant now? Good. Mount your horse. I will come up beside you."
The knight rises and mounts his horse, pulling you up beside him. Yet
there is a gleam in his eyes that you do not see, a gleam
of...
...and grit your teeth in a sudden burst of anger. Light pours from
your fingers as you hold up your hands in a gesture of defense.
