Castle of Dreams

To Start,

Let’s go to a place outside of time and space to tell this tale. Here we find

a kingdom called Overon. Let me use these words to describe Overon to you.

There are gently rolling hills and fields, this is a place that puts you in

thoughts of the word paradise!!! There is a very special, beautiful valley

where every thing sings of a balance and harmony with nature.

The air, water, land, vegetation, animals and nature herself is very pure and

totally unpolluted here! The term blissful comes to mind in the description of

it!!!

In this valley of great natural beauty there lies a great walled city

fortress, with a large castle! The city is surrounded by walls that are very

high, thick and strong! These walls, while very imposing to look upon are also

quite beautiful and awe inspiring!

Looking closely at the walls we see battlements, parquets, gates and doors

inside. Once we look beyond and behind the walls we see a shimmering city.

There are various buildings of many different natures, shapes, and purposes.

Some of the buildings are shops, guild houses, hostels, homes, market booths,

taverns, schools, churches, government buildings, military installations,

hospitals, stables and lodges for the various mystics, mages, sorcerers,

magicians and orders of healing!

Higher brighter and more magnificent than all of the buildings combined is

the Imperial Royal Palace! The palace has many, chambers, rooms and levels

where the beautiful queen conducts the governing of the kingdom. All of her

subjects love her and dutifully serve her!. Pleasingly scented breezes

constantly through, the atmosphere is warm, airy, bright and cheerful!

The geography to the far north consists of mountains. At the base of the

mountains and hollowed out within are mines that produce gold, silver, copper,

iron, gemstones, minerals and rock to make buildings with. This part of the

mountain and under the mountains are inhabited by dwarven folk.

They work the mines and rock quarries and are cunning workers in stone

and metal works. The upper reaches and beyond the passes, a vast largely

unexplored frontier are occupied by a very fierce, barbaric, savage, nomadic

people called the Wibaux. The Queen's eldest brother rules the northern province

; Duke Ainsworth. The border is constantly patrolled and manned by the

Queen's army which also happens to be the best in the known world!

To the east of this kingdom is a vast is a sea of shining emerald green! A

great royal fishing fleet provides sea goods for consumption and trade. The

sea yields bountiful harvest of fish and other seafood caught fresh everyday

by the royal fishing fleet.

To the west lies a great vast forest. It is inhabited by elves, druids,

fairies and gnomes. The forest yields trees for lumber to build buildings,

furniture, ships and paper. Through the middle of this great forest lies the

trade routes to the west. To the far other sides live evil ogers and vile

orcs. The races of man elves, humans, dwarfs, and others never venture that

far into the dark parts of the woodlands unless with great cause and care.

The Queen’s youngest brother Duke Eldon rules western province.

To the south stretch out the seemingly endless desert plains and principal

caravan routes to the south. Closer to the emerald seas the plains become

dismal swamps.

The kingdom was ruled by a very kind, noble, wise, respected and loved king.

The old King fell ill to an incurable illness and passed on across the great

gulf between life and afterlife! His beautiful young daughter succeeded him to

the ruling throne.

The young Queen learned how to rule fairly with firmness from her father

the good King! Her mother the former Queen passed away while she was still quite

young right after the birth of her second brother. The former King never

remarried and devoted his heart and life to his daughter. The Queen has yet to

marry, since taking the throne after her dear father the King. He was very

much beloved by his subjects before his horrible illness took him before time.

The economy for the realm is prosperous and the envy of all that are near

and far! It is due in fact to very wise management by the Queen. She learned at a

young age to know the value of free trade and free enterprise. Mining produce,

timber and agricultural products, seafood, crafts and artisans works are the

principle items for trade with other lands. The volume of trade is very high

so taxes can remain low. Every one works and the people for the most part are

happy. The finest craftspeople and artisans live here! Their works, crafts and

performances are widely renown. People travel from near and far to trade their

goods here and in hopes of a glimpse of the beautiful queen! (her beauty is

also widely known through out the known world) ;‑)

The realm is for the most part, is at peace except for skirmishes along

the northern frontier with the savage Wibaux and the occasional attack by orcs and

ogers on small caravans and single travelers.

The great Queen Meera has a court of some of the greatest minds. Scientist,

magicians, theologians, healers, mages, mystics, military, guild’s people, agricultural

and engineering experts.

Some of the principal characters and leading citizens of Overon:

Queen Meera ‑ Young, vivacious, and vital! Yet, she is very intelligent,

very well schooled and wise beyond her years. She is a proud lady, yet still

quite warm and loving. She is devoted to the well being of her kingdom. Her

subjects for the most part are dutiful to her rule. As a child she was trained

and educated by the mystical order of the flaming rose and is a mystic of some

considerable ability in her own rights. She also graduated from the Royal

Academy of Sciences. She is known to rule her kingdom well, with firmness and

justice. Her kingdom is the envy of all the known world. Her beauty is

legendary and her charm renown far and wide.

Lady Sayree ‑ Headmistress of the order of the healing hand. Practitioners of

healing arts and healing magic. She is a close friend of the Queen and a member of

the Queen's council.

Lady Mindom ‑ A very kindhearted seeress and sorceress of great powers. She

is a member of the Queen's council.

Lady Beloit ‑ The Queen's lady in waiting, trusted friend and confidant. She

is a member of the Queen's council.

Lady Jenn ‑ The commerce minister and Queen's council member.

Master Sorgel ‑ Guilds, crafts people, artisans, merchants representative to the

Queen's council.

Admiral Vera ‑ The commander of the Royal Navy. She is a member of the

Queen's council and military advisor.

Lord Romely ‑ The castellan

Merton 'The White' ‑ Ageless wizard of great powers and sage chief counselor

to the Queen and council.

Failees 'The Pure' ‑A High Clergyman of the realm and member of the Queens

council.

General Voth ‑ Grim, dour, Military High commander of the Royal Army, member

of the Queen's council and military advisor.

Lord Cozad ‑ Minister of Agriculture and member of the Queen's council.

Lord Sills ‑ Royal Engineer and Queen's council member.

Lord Jarbidge ‑ Elderly lawgiver, scholar and teacher. Emeritus member of the

old Kings council and closest friend to the former king.

Lord Viton ‑ Dean of academics at the Royal Academy of higher learning. Royal

historian, chronicler and Archivist!

Lucas ‑ The Queen's personal page.

Lady Welsh ‑ The Queen's personal attendant and secretary.

Swordmaster Covington ‑ The greatest living swordsman in the realm and owner

of the largest school for martial arts training.

Oconto ‑ Tribesman from the desert plains, friend and aide to Gen.

Morningfield.

Jax ‑ Morningfield's war-horse.

Bright Star ‑ The Queen's fabulous horse.

Validor ‑ Morningfield's sword presented to him by then princess Meera the

day he entered her personal service. It is magically ensorcelled, it cannot be

broken. It emits a slight vibration when danger is present and it emits a low

hum that only Morningfield can hear when the Queen is in danger.

Wibaux ‑ The savage, nomadic hill people of the northern mountains.

Duke Ainsworth ‑ The Queen's eldest brother and sovereign of the northern

provinces.

Duke Eldon ‑ The Queen's youngest brother and sovereign of the western

provinces.

The Earl of Greenleaf ‑ Evil hearted malcontent. He hates the queen having been

spurned by her as a suitor and lover. Seeks to set himself on the throne by a

plot of conspiracy

Lord Milliry ‑ Mislead patriot, yet a willing conspirator to Greenleaf's plot.

Lord Cass ‑ Malcontent Member of Greenleaf's evil plot.

Eustis 'The Red' ‑ An unscrupled wizard of the red order of magicians. He

will do anything for the right sum of money with a care for good, evil, right

or wrong.

Lady Zara ‑ Princess Meera's nurse from birth. She still sees her as her own

child.

Bink ‑ An evil gnome and the henchman of Eustis 'The Red'

Sir Brin Morningfield ‑ Knight‑General, Queen's champion and personal

bodyguard. Commander of the Queen's elite Royal Special Forces and Personal

Bodyguard.

A man of simple birth, he made his way upward through life. Completed

the course of prescribed study at the Royal Academy. Entered the Imperial Guard

after graduation. Proved himself in combat numerous times in various border

battles along the northern frontier.

Highly decorated he was given palace protection duties. Personally

assigned years ago to protect the Princess Meera. After she assumed the crown

as Queen, her first official act was to place him at the head of her guard and

beknight him to her services permanently.

(It is widely rumored, suspected, but not confirmed that they are lovers.) It

is well known that Morningfield is fiercely devoted to and totally adores the

queen. Her well being, safety, protection, health and happiness are his utmost concerns.

The day he was bonded to her permanent service a mystical link was

established between the two of them. He knows whenever she is in danger or

when she has urgent need of him. She knows when he faces danger and to a

limited degree can feel his emotions and pain. In times of his greatest needs

she has the power to will him extra strength for brief moments. This link is

so strong that it remains intact no matter how near or far, no matter wherever

they are. The heart of one is in sync with the heartbeat of the other.

This is a story of how all such came to be.

A church bell tolls in the night, proclaiming sad tidings. The good and much

loved king Belrus, just and fair ruler of Overon, has just breathed his final

breath. He suffered through many months of pure agony, due to some mysterious

wasting illness. The healers, mystics and mages proved to be helpless in

finding a cure for it.

The realm has just officially entered it's official 90 day period of official

grief and morning. After that, the much beloved Princess Meera, eldest child

of the king will be crowned the new queen. Meera will be officially installed

as the supreme sovereign

and ruling monarch of the exalted nation of Overon.

Just one month prior to this, the city‑state was rocked to it's foundations

by a horrible tragedy. Brin Morningfield, A captain in the Royal Bodyguard and

personal bodyguard to the Princess, lost his entire family in a fire of

mysterious unexplained origins. There are those that rumor that the tragedy

foretells darker events yet to unfold.

Morningfield's pain and grief at not being there, while away on training

maneuvers duty has left him a seeming empty shell and shadow of his former

self. He has been away from the city for close to a month now. The Princess

insisted that he take a leave of absence and let himself get away from the

well meaning people that still throng him to offer pity and belated

condolences.

At the edge of the vast western forest there is a martial arts training

academy. This school is owned and run by Steakley Covington, the greatest

living swordsman in the realm. Covington was Morningfield's teacher, trainer,

mentor and best friend. There we see the two old friends engaged in a sparing

session.

"Arrr, you have gotten so slow and sloppy! All of that soft castle

life has let your swordplay become as lax as your waistline!"

Covington chides Morningfield.

Sweating and breathing heavily, Morningfield responds,

"My heart just isn't into discipline right now! Training was the

last thing on my mind when I came to see you!"

"Oh and what pray tell did you think we would be doing? Picking

fragrant flowers and taking tea biscuits when you came here? Stay under my

roof and you will have to work and workout! You just might start setting bad

precedents for the rest of my pupils!"

Covington redoubles his attack.

"Concentrate!!! or lose your head! Your foes in combat won't be so

easy as myself!"

"Your idea of easy would be to face a Wibaux raiding party, naked,

blindfolded with one's hands tied behind one's back"!

"Ha! One must constantly be ready to face ones foe with whatever defense

one is capable of meeting out! Akk! This is pointless, a blind alley cat

would be better at this than you now!"

Covington doesn't truly feel this way, Morningfield is his best ever

student. And, he is still the only one who can press him in a sparring session

to reach down and use all of his ability to stay ahead and still it's

difficult.

Back in the capital, evil plans are being hatched and further ones

made. We find in a basement, in the home of the Earl of Greenleaf, a group of

conspirators. Busy at their ignoble task.

"Comrades, I know that the deeds proposed will seem dark. Indeed, but

will any here deny that our situation must require dire measures? None among

you have more respect for the Lady Princess Meera than I! That in and of itself

is not reason enough to sit idly by and watch her ineptitude ruin our much

beloved nation!

As true patriots we must be ready to act and stand against her being

crowned and taking the throne. This plan laid out before us, is the best way

to prevent that travesty from happening!"

"But, Greenleaf what you are suggesting here smacks of high treason

against the throne! That is an offense most vile and contemptible, punishable

with a trip to the hanging gallows!"

"Nay, nay my noble Lord Milliry. What we espouse is patriotism in it's

purest level. Our love of our country Overon must unite us as one in this

cause. We only suggest what is best! We are like the skilled surgeon that has

to amputate an infected appendage to save the life and rest of the body. I

only want to remove a sickness before it has a chance to develop into

something much, much worse!

If any of you still have reservations, let me reassure you that if

all goes as planned, there will not be the first drop of innocent blood shed!

Let me refer us all into the hands of Eustis 'The Red'. I'm sure that he will

dispel any and all remaining doubts. Eustis."

_"Noblemen, concerned patriots and friends allow me to soothe your least

little doubts and fears. Rest assured, that while the exact specifics of what

I will do are secrets known only to me.

The outcome will be guaranteed to lay low any fighting man within a

league of this city. The results will leave all of them unfit to lift a blade

or hold a bow for one complete cycle of the moon!

Not to worry, have neither a care nor a fear! After that length of

time has passed, every man at arms will be back to normal, without even the

slightest trace of lingering side effects. Well, except for some unpleasant

memories."

_Eustis The Red smiles, spreads wide his hands and the room breaks out in

smiles and subdued laughter.

_"The stronger the warrior, the harsher the effect on him. The illness will

work in his bones to make them feel like day old mush! Alas, there is one

slight drawback, nay, call it a small price to be paid for your own immunity

and protection from this powerful spell.

I will need from each of you, several drops of blood to make a

spell of warding and protection. Think of it like this, you shall be the first

to sacrifice blood for a New World Order!! Murmuring fills the room, but it slowly gives away to grudging assent.

The conspirators all form a line before a foul mist filled cauldron and it's

strange contents. Eustis takes each man's hand in turn and pricks it with a

golden dagger. He then squeezes several drops of blood into that stinking

mixture. He whispers ancient,

select, secret words or power.

_The strange brew takes on an eerie life and light all of it's own. Tendrils

of smoke snake their way from the pot to envelop the assembled men. A loud

bang and a bright flash fill the room and momentarily stuns the senses. The

contents of the cauldron vanished without a trace. Each man seems to take on a

faint red glow that just as quickly fades away.

Greenleaf exclaims out loud

"For a New World Order!", "For a New World Order!"

a bit louder, then his fellows begin to repeatedly chant;

"New World Order"! "New World Order!" "New World Order!"

Eustis interrupts their chanting as it began to get very loud.

"Now, now, now my friends, all is ready for the full moon on

tomorrow's night! We will be victorious! There is absolutely no way we can

loose! There is nothing to fear, all is in readiness! Victory is ours"!!!

Greenleaf states,

"Well my good Eustis, that was quite some display!"

"Mere child's play! Nothing a second year apprentice could not have

accomplished. That is with a little coaching from myself!"

Both men smile and pat each other on the back.

"Comrades on the eve of the full moon we are ready! Long have we waited

and much have we paid to be just in the position we are now in. We shall go

forward to meet our set destiny! None who will oppose us will be left

standing! We shall be recorded in the annals of history as the saviors of our

way of life and our soon to be great again nation!"

The assembled conspirators respond with applause, shouts and cheers.

"Now all of you leave alone, by different routes than you came. Be ye

ready at the appointed time, then we strike!!! FOR OVERON

Back at the Royal Castle

"There, there, there, my dear Meera."

(As Lady Zara, Princess Meera's nurse from birth, pats her friend's shoulder. )

"It's to be expected that you should be a bit nervous. Here you are still

grieving the passing the dear father, may the light always keep him. At the

end of our official morning period, you have to assume the crown and throne of

all of Overon as ruler supreme. Not to mention other concerns you may have. It

would only be right to be stressed and a bit nervous".

Queen Meera replies.

"Yes that still hurt very badly, but at least we had time to prepare for my

father's passing. Alright, I'll say it for you. I have more than a little

concern for Captain Morningfield.

Brin and I have been very good friends for a very long time now".

If it weren't for circumstances of birth and the silly concerns of society in

regards to my position, we would be a lot more than very good friends!

To be sure, I am very worried about his well being. The last I

heard from him, he was seen riding off to the west. I gave him leave, then he

said that he just needed to get away from the castle for a while. I let him

know that I understood, but still I wish he was here.

I hope that he will spend some time with his old friend and martial

arts teacher, Covington. I hope that he can find the peace and quiet he needs

there. It may prove to be the balm he needs to soothe his wounded heart and

troubled spirits. I would just like to let him know from my own lips, that

wherever he is, my love stays with him, no matter what happens."

Lady Zara,

"I see, hmmm, knowing that there is this much between you. I would be

willing to wager that he already knows or soon will. Right now, with all that

has pained him so sorely, he just hasn't had space to realize it. He has just

cause, to not be himself. The poor dear.

Just as you have cause to feel as poorly yourself! But, you are the

Queen my dear, or will soon be so. You must place your heart and personal

feelings to the side for the good of this nation and the good welfare of the

your subjects".

(A brief pause, then she hugs the Princess and young future Queen to her

bosom.)

"Unless, I miss my guess and I don't believe I have. I believe

Morningfield will be alright. It was a very harsh blow that he has suffered,

but he comes from a long line of very tough resilient folk. I don't think this

will hold him down for very long".

The Princess smiles.

"Perhaps you are right, Zara. You always seem to know the best things to say

to me."

A serving lady knocks and enters when told, brings in a steaming tray of

food and then leaves.

Lady Zara, pulls up an empty chair and pats the empty seat, then

lifts the cover from the dish for Meera.

"Being a Queen requires strength of mind, character AND body! Now my

young lady, if you wouldn't mind as to be so kind. Sit down and eat. The servants

have drawn you a nice hot bath. I want you to finish both, relax for a bit,

then climb into bed for some sleep. We will want to face the assaults of a new

day strong and fresh".

The future queen groans a bit, but complies with her old nurse.

As the city settles in for the night, evil plans are set in motion. A

sinister little figure, stealthily makes his way through the night. Stealing

his way, bounding from shadow to shadow. Bink, Eustis the red's henchman moves

carefully to avoid being seen.

Bink reaches his objective, the city's main water supply. He then

carefully removes a rune covered, silver, stoppered vial from his pouch. He

empties the contents into the waters. He then speaks a well rehearsed

incantation taught to him by his vile master.

Then with his appointed task completed, he looks carefully about to see if he

was observed. Nodding satisfaction at not finding the slightest trace of

detection, he smiles, very pleased with himself. He leaves in the same manner

he came, travels back by a different route.

He is still congratulating himself on his perceived cleverness when

he arrives back at Eustis' keep.

Bink pauses to whisper to himself.

"The master will be pleased, oh yes, he will. Ole, Bink has outdone

himself this time!"

A sibilant voice slithers out of the darkness.

"Ah, Bink. Get inside. Close the door. How did it all go? Make your

report."

"All went according as you planned master."

"Were you seen"?

"NO! master".

"Did you recite the words of power just like I instructed you to do?"

"Yes master. No one saw me and I followed you instructions perfectly and

to the letter".

"Well excellent then. You have been faithful. You shall be handsomely

rewarded.

"Thank you master".

Eustis the red walks over to a huge wooden cabinet in which there are many

magical implements and curious devices. He selects a crystal globe and seats

it on a silver stand. He waves his hand over it and mummers a command to come

to life in the ancient language of power. The globe glows with an eerie purple

light and Eustis speaks.

"All is in readiness for victory".

On the other side of the city the Earl of Greenleaf closes the cupboard

on an identical globe.

"Now my sweet Meera, you will see exactly the heavy price to be paid for

denying my love. You could have had me and you could have had it all! Now you

will have nothing! Nothing at all!"

Greenleaf laughs a very sinister low laugh.

As the Full moon reaches it's zenith, strange tendrils of mist begin to form

out of the city's water supply. The mist totally envelops the capital and all

of the area surrounding the city for leagues in all directions. Foulness enters the

very bones of every one skilled in the arts of combat and war.

Fifteen leagues away, far beyond the reach of the tendrils of foulness.

At Steakley Covington's School of Swordsmanship and Warrior Arts training. In

a clearing before a modest home, we find two old friends, teacher and former

student, sitting in comfortable old chairs before the embers of a dying fire.

They are finishing the remaining dregs of two cups of mulled wine. The younger

stares into the fire, seeing flames that aren't really there. Feeling nothing,

blind to other sights, caring nothing of continuing existence. His only

functions are merely breathing and surviving.

The elder looks at the younger, then shakes himself, stretching and

scratching. He feels sad pity for his younger friend. He yawns, and reaches

out to take an empty cup from a listless hand.

"Well, I'm not as young as I used to be, these old bones and injuries

weary easily. I require a bit of rest."

The younger startles a bit at this and gives his old friend a nod of

thanks. The elder smiles a sad knowing smile and pats the younger's shoulder

consolingly as the both rise and turn in for the remainder of the night.

"You know that you are home now, make yourself welcome to anything you

wish. You may think that you can stay up day in and day out with out rest, you're

not an elf, you're human! Word to the wise my friend, try to get some rest. You're

going to need it. I am going to start pushing your training a bit harder. There's

only so much loafing that I will tolerate around her. All of that soft castle living

has you in need of a bit of toughening. Maybe you'll lose some of that middle

you managed to acquire."

He then gives his younger friend a playful poke in the ribs.

"What! Oh, yes. Right.. akkk! Whatever you say."

"Goodnight, or better stated good morning."

"Sleep well old friend...thanks"

The elder friend is none other than Steakley Covington. The greatest

living swordsman in the realm. The younger friend is Brin Morningfield;

captain in the imperial bodyguard; Princess Meera's personal protector; and

Covington's former best student and friend.

Morningfield rouses himself from his chair and stumbles inside, down a

short hallway and drops wearily into bed. Although he is nearly exhausted and

hasn't slept for days, sleep still doesn't come easily. When it does come it

is very tortured.

Morningfield's rest if you can call it that, is very restless. His dreams

are plagued with visions of fire and the horrible deaths of his entire family.

Moans of grief erupt from him as he wrestles in his sleep. Even in his sleep,

tears stream down his face. His old friend hears his piteous whimpers and

crying and looks in on him.

Speaking softly to himself we overhear, Covington.

"Ah, Morningfield, and the big wheel in the fortunes of life turns a

bad deal for you. To be sure, it is a sad game you have to play. Although you

may wish for death now, it won't come for you that way. Nay my friend for two

such as ourselves, death in combat, on the field of battle is the only way to

go out. One day you will find that release after having drunk heavily of your

enemy's blood, but not this day and not this way. For us dying fighting is the

only way to die!”

Back in Overon, the predawn hours find the castle busy and a stirring.

Lady Mindom a sorceress of great power senses the effects of the red magicians

spell working. She rushes to the chambers of Lord Romely the Royal High

Chamberlain and Castellan.

"Romely! Awake! Foul magic is afoot!"

"What??? Why??? My good woman whatever are you going on about?"

"Magic is something I'm not very familiar with. If Merton the White were

here now he would be able to tell you better what's happening."

"Make some sense here! Everyone knows that Merton is in the Western

province visiting the Elven people."

"Romely, I'm trying to get you to see. The city is in peril! I did a

scrying just now and I have seen the city in the grip of a red magician's

spell! I am a sorceress, I have no effects in the workings of magic! Yet, I

can tell that this is a very powerful spell and it grips the city!"

"Alright, we'll summon the guard commander and the city watch duty

officer and see what this is about."

As Lord Romely and Lady Mindom round the corner in route to the guards

stations they begin to notice men at arms writhing on the floor in intense

agony and pain. At that point Lucas, the page, runs full out into Lord Romely

nearly knocking him into Lady Mindom.

"Here, here young Lucas. Just what is the meaning of this?"

Romely knows that the young page doesn't have a clue concerning what's

happening. He is addressing his own worsening fears.

"Sir...I....I don't know! I was watching some of the guards play at

dice when they all started to drop! I just started running as fast as I could

to get away! I didn't know what else to do?"

"Just go to your room and wait for some further news."

Lady Mindom and Lord Romely continue on the find the guards quarters in total

chaos and mass bedlam.

"Lady Mindom, please go summon the healers. I'm going to rouse Her

Royal Highness.”

Sickness sweeps the city. It is a strange malady. It seems to

selectively seek out the warrior at arms. It doesn't afflict the young,

elderly or those who hold neither bow or blade. The effects are diabolically

devastating. Healers, doctors, magi and herbalist alike are all helpless to stem

its havoc. Moans of pain, piteous wailing, and screams of pain from the

afflicted rip through the night.

Inside the palace, we find Lord Romely has breathlessly reached the door

to the Princess's chambers. Members of the Royal Guard litter the hallways,

like so many cast aside rag dolls. Lord Romely raps heavily on Her Majesty's

door with his staff of office, then listen intently for sign and sounds of

activity.

"Your Majesty, your majesty"!

He shouts,

"A matter of grave importance! Turmoil and Crisis have gripped the

capital! You are needed urgently!!!"

The Princess Meera, still wearing her bed clothes, slippers and robe,

throws open her door. She rings for her personal attendant and ladies in

waiting. She admits Lord Romely to her private antechambers, where he is

constantly pacing the floor and wringing his hands in obvious anguish.

"Oh please forgive my Your Majesty, but the situation is most dire

indeed and couldn't await the breaking of day!"

"My Lord Romely, I have known you since I was a young child. I know you

to be a vigilant, wise and temperate man. You have been constantly loyal to

the crown. No apology is necessary. I know that whatever the matter, it had to

be of grave import. No, pray tell me what perchance is the exact nature of

this crisis?”

Lord Romely, carefully and painstakingly, fully briefs Her Highness,

Princess Meera. As the future queen listens intently she summons a servant to

bring refreshment for them all to drink. Her hands clench and unclench in fear

and silent rage.

She sips her hot tea and feels it's soothing warmth as she ponders the

implications and possible solutions of all that she has just heard.

"These are dark times. Ill tidings indeed. May the light keep us. This

couldn't have happened at a worse time! The bulk of our military forces are

training in the northern provinces. The Royal Navy and Marines are conducting

joint exercises with our Army. What's left here are afflicted with this

strange vile illness that no one seems to be able to counter or even

understand.

Hmmm, according to our latest reports it would appear that every able bodied

warrior in the capital and surrounding areas has been stricken down by this

malady. We can only assume that some dark hand is involved in this. This may

be some advanced attack for an invasion for an as yet unknown foe! As best we

can we must rally our defenses and be prepared for this confrontation or war!

We have to assume the worst and move as quickly as possible make ready to

stand.

We know that some magical means and methods have already been employed in

this attack. This sickness was magically induced. Send at once for the Merton

the White, Archimage and Failees the Pure, the High Cleric of Light. We must

have some answers and we must have them quickly! I want the full council

assembled and ready within one turning of the hourglass. Rouse the full staff

and servants that can be spared from tending the sick. There's much to be done

this night yet!

The meeting assembles within the hour in the council chambers as Her Royal

Majesty commanded. The council consist of various heads of guilds, clergy,

scholars, law givers, mages, lords, ladies, ministers of office. They all

nervously await Princess Meera's arrival. Lord Romely opens the door wide and

raps his staff of office on the floor loudly three times and announces.

"Her Highness and Royal Majesty Princess Meera of Overon, heir

apparent to the crown and high throne of King Belrus, exalted..."

"Thank you Lord Romely, but lets hold off with the honorifics, until

I am officially made queen, seated on the throne and properly crowned."

At this point Lord Viton, the Royal Archivist speaks.

"Excuse me for interjecting at this point, but in conferring with our

learned Lord Jarbidge here. We have come upon a point of Overonian Law where

it is possible and proper to crown you immediately. In order that you be invested

with full Royal powers to wield and authority. We can legally forego the

traditionally required, wait while in morning period. There is a precedent for

this law also."

The Princess beams a smile of approval for Lord's Viton and Jarbidge.

"Excellent, very good work my lords. Let's move to do so immediately.

We haven't any time to loose."

The council voices its unanimous opinion of approval to have Princess

Meera immediately officially crowned Queen Meera. To expedite better

handling of the emergency and crisis. The assembled council listens in earnest

to the latest reports as they come steadily pouring in.

Plans are made and orders are issued. Ships are to be dispatched immediately

to summon the Royal Navy and Marines to return at once. Messengers are

dispatched to give the Royal Army similar commands to make a best speed forced

march.

A loud commotion is heard in the hallway beyond the closed doors. Lucas

the page comes rushing unbidden, into the Council's chambers. A murmur ripples

through the council as Lucas whispers into Lord Romely's ear. He visibly pales

and in turn whispers into the Queen's ear. The Queens very beautiful face

stiffens and her eyes widen in surprise.

At that moment the doors to the council chamber burst open. Servants

are flung aside. Lord Viton turns red with rage as a sneering Earl of

Greenleaf come strolling in.

"How dare you"???

Lord Viton thoughtlessly ask. Greenleaf, lands a mailed fist along side his

head and he collapses in a heap to the floor.

Along with Greenleaf enters his co‑conspirators and a small group of

retainers that were kept on the outskirts of the area. Footpads and cutpurses

for the most part. Street rabble and back alley toughs. They enter with

weapons drawn and bows notched.

"Watch them all! If any of the mages or clerics makes a gesture

or starts to utter a word I want you to make him look like a porcupine. Make

especially sure that you watch the witch, Mindom".

Several of the members of the council make to move and the queen

gestures them to stop

"Earl of Greenleaf, by the power of my office and it's symbol that I hold

in my hand, exactly what is the nature and purpose of your business? What

could be so urgent as to force your way into a closed council session and

personally assault one of the queen's on counselors? What do you mean to do

with these men"?

Lord Romely gestures at the armed retainers with a sweep of his hand.

"QUEEN!!! HA! You pathetic old buffoon! She is a nothing, yes nobility

for sure. An accident of birth, nothing more! As for these men they are merely

here to keep me company.

It would seem that some sort of... 'misfortune' has stricken the

majority of the city. Hmmm, in fact making it more or less helpless. By all

practical measures this city is defenseless! In a situation like this, I would

think that any could see this as a measure of prudent security. Anyone would

do well to band his friends close about!"

Greenleaf looks lewdly, directly at Queen Meera and continues to speak.

"One can never tell or know what will happen when the great wheel in the game

of life spins it's selected number. Strange the way it now turns now for each

of us"?

Lord Romely visibly disgusted ask

"Again sir, I ask your business and purpose in coming here and in this

manner"?

"Suit yourself old man. I have come for this purpose. I challenge the

fitness of Meera's ability and her right to rule Overon!"

Greenleaf's assembled band echo

"Here, Here".

The council gasps. Lord Viton moans from the floor where he still lays.

Lord Romely answers back

"Preposterous!!! Have you gone mad??? How dare you claim such a

thing? By what right? You black hearted scoundrel, the nerve, the sheer audacity!!!!

If I were a younger man I'd..."

"Do nothing! Sit down and be quite you tired old fool. I challenge by

ancient rights of ordeal. Trail by combat!"

Lady Jenn, a council member and minister of commerce asks the question.

"What is this right that he lays claim to the throne with? Lords what folly

is this? Lords Viton; Jarbidge, is there such a right stated in the Overonian

Codex? If there is what are the detail? Is this all legal and proper"???

Greenleaf retorts,

_"You useless hag, of course it's legal and extremely proper"!

Lord Jarbidge answers the question a bit more matter of fact.

"I'm afraid the answer to your questions are all...yes. It is an

archaic code left over from a earlier less civilized time. It was removed from

the Codex, but never stricken from the Edicts for reasons of historical

significance and is still therefore a very

binding law. If we are to uphold the law in it's full measure we must

acknowledge this part of it. Even if it is a hold over from more barbaric

days!"

Greenleaf smiles broadly.

"There you have it!!! Meera, I the Earl of Greenleaf do hereby formally

challenge you to single combat, to prove your fitness and to hold the throne

of Overon. By the ancient right appointed by law as stated in the Overonian

Edicts. Do you accept my challenge? Remove yourself from the throne now and be

spared the ordeal of trial by combat!"

Greenleaf strides to the throne and removes his gauntlet and throws it

at the feet of the Queen. His nineteen co‑conspirators like wise follow suit

while saying individually.

"As well, do I"!

Including Greenleaf, an even twenty challenges. Twenty gauntlets lay at

the feet of the queen. Stunned murmuring fills the council chambers as

Greenleaf, conspirators and retainer leave, striding out of the palace.

Lady Jenn asks,

"Is there nothing we can do? Lord Viton? Lord Jarbidge"?

Lord Jarbidge wrinkles his brow momentarily in thought.

Yes there is! There is a clause that allows the challenged the

choice of a champion to take his or her place as is the case here".

"Lord Jarbidge, that is wonderful! Wait! That point is moot! There is

not a warrior at arms within a league of here that is fit enough to fight. Or,

close enough by to do us any good. The fastest of the messengers that we sent

won't be able to reach the army and return in time to possibly be of any

expected aid or assistance.

Lord Sills, the kingdom's Royal engineer and council member ask,

"Come! There just has to be someone!!! Is there no one in the area that

this blight hasn't touched that can stand in this our hour of greatest need"?

Lord Viton still massaging an aching head replies,

"Oh sure, old men like ourselves, well past fighting prime. Young boys,

yet to lift a blade or draw back a bow. And, anyone unskilled in the arts of

warcraft".

Debate loudly erupts as the possibility of handing over power with out

a struggle is suggested be a merchant's guild representative.

Silence falls as Queen Meera stands, looking proud, beautiful, strong,

serene and beautiful and proclaims.

"We will answer his challenge, and we have our champion!"

Lord Romely ask,

"Your Highness??? How??? Who???

Lord Viton speaks,

"We have only before the setting of the next day's sun to reply, then

thee day afterwards to settle the trial"!!!

Lady Jenn speaks the unspoken fears of all.

"This seems hopelessly impossible"!

Queen Meera continues,

"Immediately find the fastest three messengers, give them each the

fleetest horses and spare mounts and waybread to consume on the journey with

out stopping."

Servants begin scurrying to obey the Queens commands.

"Order them to ride like the wind, let nothing stop them, save death!

They are to ride to Master Covington's School at the edge of the western

forest. Give Captain Brin Morningfield my order to return to me with dire

haste! He will be my champion! A moment's stunned silence, before Lady Beloit, the Queen's life long

friend, lady in waiting and now council member speaks.

"Prin... Queen Meera! Your Majesty, I do not question your choice, but

can he possibly reach us in time? You must consider how his own heart must

still in deep sorrow! Can he possibly be ready, willing and able to fight so

many challenges? Queen Meera responds,

"Lady Beloit, dearest friend, everyone of your concerns are very

valid. Only time can answer your questions. Hopefully, time will be our friend

this time. We have no

other course! We must try! If there was anyone else, I would call them! He is

our only hope!

If he can not I will find a sword to face Greenleaf myself and join

my beloved father on the other side. First, I will with my last breath wager,

that Morningfield will not fail me!”

At that moment a shimmering light appears in the middle of the council

chambers and a voice of power issues out of it.

"Lady Mindom if you will assist me, the distance is far and translocation

is more a function of sorcery than in the realm of magic."

Lady Mindom, rises and spreads wide her hands.

"Oot Oaci Nal Roc Tor".

The shimmering light coalesces into a doorway of light and the

Archimage Merton the White steps through into the council chambers.

"My thanks to you Lady Mindom."

She smiles, nods acknowledgement and sits down again.

"Ever since I received your first telepathic sending, I have been

watching these developments occur through the Elven mage's scrying crystal.

Your Highness, I sorrow to know of your fathers passing, he was a very

dear friend and a good man. He will be missed!

Hmmm, I can do nothing to reverse the spell that the red mage has cast.

Perhaps if I had been here when it began, but now it is a matter of time and

time will pass all to slowly for us.

Speeding time has repercussions that you can't begin to imagine. The

Space-time continuum has certain set laws that must be obeyed. Even for such

as my self and Lady Mindom.

I know Captain Morningfield very well, if it can be humanly done, he

will do it! Meera, he was always your first best choice for a champion.

Your father is proud to know how well you have handled all of this. He is

Very proud of you, he sends you his love eternal and tells you not to fear, he

has made a safe journey to the other side.

His only regret is leaving you, he will wait for the appointed time of

your own journey, which he says will not be for a very, very long time to

come. He approves of you choice of Captain Morningfield as you champion."

For the first time since all of these began the Queen allows herself to cry.

"He must do it! I know that he will not fail! He will do his utmost for

Overon"!

A bit more quietly she adds,

"He will not fail me"!

With the three messengers well on their way, the council breaks until

later that day.

"Lady Mindom".

The Queen speaks,

"I will need you to assist me".

"Of course Your Majesty!

Lady Mindom and the Queen retire to her private chambers.

Spies observe the three messengers and spare mounts leaving by way of

the western gates and reported the sighting to The Earl of Greenleaf. He

dispatches five of his retainers to follow them.

"Oconto, you go along with them also, bring me back a report of what

message they carry and to whom, see that it doesn't reach who ever it is meant

for. Too much is going right that I will not risk some unforeseen spoiling such

well laid plans.”

Oconto is a tribesman from the desert plains. He is a good man trapped

in bad circumstances, that had to sell himself into bondage to Greenleaf, to

pay a bad debt owed by his father. The actual price has been paid back many

times over, but Greenleaf will not release him from bondage which by agreement

can last for life.

"By your orders, I am bound to obey"!

Oconto is not privy to the full knowledge of Greenleaf's treachery, but

he suspects that something evil it happening. Just what he doesn't know.

Morningfield still lying in his bed of tortured dreams, begins to hear a

subtle whisper calling him just below the threshold of his hearing.

"Lady Mindom, if you will assist me I want to reach out to Morningfield

and see if I can set in place a linkage with him".

"My queen are you certain of that? Do you realize that you will have to

give something of yourself for that to happen? It will require a considerable

amount of strength on your part to cover that kind of distance"!

"Yes, I have counted the cost and it is worth it to me. I asked you

here to help me. I don't have that kind of strength alone to cover that

distance and do all that needs to be done. I need your help! Will you cover

me"? I accept all of the risk. Upon my own head

let all responsibility lay".

"Very well, sit and make yourself comfortable, give me your hands

"Oot Oaci Nal Roc Tor!!!"

Then Queen Meera enters a very deep trance. She uses her augmented

natural ability to astrally travel the dreamland thought waves. Traveling until

she finds that one unique thread. Free of mundane limitations she feels light

and free.

She focus all of her telepathic energies on Morningfield's wavelength.

She allows herself to flow inside of him. The first thing that she feels is

pain. Fifteen leagues away her physical body jerks in response.

She follows the river of pain back to it's source. She finds

Morningfield locked in a prison of his own grief that's surrounded by a river

of pain. She crosses over to him. Using her add borrowed strength she speaks

to him.

"Brin Morningfield, leave these bonds"!

He looks up from the stone floor of his grief for the first time.

"Meera"?!!! "How"?

Using her own considerable mystical abilities, she begins the time

consuming complicated task of healing his hurts and heart. In his mind

Morningfield feels a gentle sweet mist envelop him and seep it's way into the

very core of his existence. For a moment all else is obscured to his view.

Then a blinding flash as Meera becomes a being of pure superheated

light. As she fades back to her usual, the stone keep of grief and river of

pain become no more. For the first time in many long weeks Morningfield breathes

a blessed sigh of sweet freedom and relief.

"I'm free! I feel strong and alive again! Thank you Your Highness!"

He luxuriates in the soothing mist that still is enveloping and seeping

steadily into him. He bathes his entire body in this mist, then stops as

realization sets in.

"Meera, wait what are you doing??? What have you done??? You can't do

this to your self! Do you realize what has happened? Do you know what you have

now placed on both of us"???

"Brin accept it for the gift that it is! I made this choice willingly, I

didn't have any other options. I need you desperately! Come to me with all due

haste! You must not fail to reach Overon by the setting of this days sun! Make

urgent haste my friend!"

Queen Meera, begins to feel herself fade and speaks one last utterance

"Take care, for now you and I are bound. Your pains are now partially my

own. When I have need for you will now know of it without words being spoken.

I will go now come to me!"

The active link is broken and both women collapse in exhaustion.

A bell tolls another a lonely peal signaling the dawning of another

official day of morning!

Before dawn peaks over the horizon, fifteen leagues from the city.

Morningfield wakes suddenly from a heavy much needed nap. He calls out the

name

"Meera!"

and jumps upright, bolting from bed. He hurriedly packs his belongings and

scribbles a hasty note of explanation to his friend Covington. He loads his

pack horse and saddles his mighty charger the trained for warhorse Jax. He

shuns putting on armor, instead selecting chainmail only for the ride. He

spurs Jax and the mighty war horse stretches out into a easy mile eating

canter.

Although he can feel the urgent tug of Meera's calling need. He still

enjoys the day and the ride. Nature in all of Overon is very beautiful, but

for a man so recently released from a hellish prison of grief and pain the

sights are very uplifting. Birds are singing and flowers are in bloom. The

grass is fresh and green. The air is pure, sweet and clean. Bright sunlight

filters through the trees and the leaves still glisten with the kiss of

morning's dew. The simple pleasure of it all fills him with a joy at being

alive.

He is totally healed and what's more, he's ready! Morningfield now knows

a perfect peace within. The forest resounds with the rhythm of Jax's hoof beats

as his pace eats up the miles.

Covington arises a little while later and enter the common room to find

Morningfield's note of explanation. He thinks for a moment and smiles a

dangerous smile then does some packing of his own.

"Hmmm, well its full well time I went up to the capital to pay homage to

that pretty, young, new queen"

He relates some instructions to his house servants and school staff,

then follows Morningfield at a slightly slower pace.

In the capital of Overon in the palace's council chamber; the meeting

begins it's latest session. Almost immediately the Earl of Greenleaf comes

striding in with a few of his co conspirators.

"Well Meera, what's your answer? Are you ready to yield me the throne"?

Queen Meera answers,

"I say Nay! By the light and all that is good, decent and pure, we

shall accept the challenge! There will be no yielding here today or any other

day"!

"HA"!

Greenleaf contemptuously sneers and continues.

"YOU? ANSWER THE CHALLENGE? A very noble gesture befitting your breeding,

but none the less futile. There is no way that you can win! It is pointless

for you to even make the attempt! "Not only shall we meet this challenge, we shall win the day! Nothing is

impossible to a strong heart that believes! Greenleaf laughs uncontrollably

"What mindless women's dribble! You are pathetic"!

Queen Meera retorts somewhat warmly,

"Our appointed champion will answer in our behalf, when the ordeal de

combat begins day after tomorrow".

Greenleaf's laughter stops abruptly, his face pales noticeably.

"WHAT?!?! HOW??? WHO???

Queen Meera, somewhat pleased at the impact the announcement has on

Greenleaf.

"Captain Brin Morningfield, of our royal bodyguard!"

Morningfield is well on his way back to Overon. He emerges from the

boundaries marking the western province and enters the rolling hills

approaching the city. As he tops a hill all becomes oddly quiet.

He spies in the near distance a trio of men pursued by some others. He

watches a little unsure as the smaller group is overtaken by the larger one.

Weapons are drawn and a man is struck down.

Morningfield sees enough his decision is made. He spurs the mighty

warhorse Jax into action. The men all pause and turn, as they hear the great

horse's thundering gallop approaching.

Morningfield,

"What manner of mischief is this now"?

Greenleaf's men take notice of Morningfield's weapons, uniform and

warrior's bearing. They all begin to fidget a bit. One of Greenleaf's toughs,

a pock marked faced, greasy haired, big fellow, throws him a look of contempt

and ask the question.

"Who in the nine hells are you? Whatever we do here is none of your

concern if you know what's best for you"!

"I am Captain Morningfield of the Royal Bodyguard"!

All of then perk up at the mention of his name. Greenleaf's men become

a bit more tensed.

The first messenger yells out,

"Run for it man! This rabble has been sent to stop us from reaching you!

The Queen..."

He is cut down mid sentence. Morningfield's anger starts to burn.

Greenleaf's thug grins at wickedly at him through a gapped tooth smile.

"Well laddie, it does seem that we have business with you after all.

Make it easy on yourself and save us a bit of work. Just surrender now,

dismount and hand over your weapons. See that you're quick about it"!

"Surrender???? To a bunch of craven misbegotten louts, cowards and

knaves? NEVER"!

In less time than a single heartbeat. Morningfield draws steel and

spurs Jax into the fray. As the tangle ensues the cool clear air is parted by

the ring and clang of steel meeting steel.

Morningfield wields his sword in a series of deadly arcs about him. He

strikes the first ruffian full in the throat as he falls from his saddle. The

second falls as he is slashed from shoulder to waist. The third looks down

life fading in his eyes as Morningfield kick his chest free from where his

blade had made fast it's home. The fourth man stabs the third messenger with a

dagger and fails to stop Morningfield's sword thrust through his side, then he

falls to the ground lifeless.

Oconto has sat his horse uninvolved until now. Morningfield again pulls

free his sword and faces him with blade leveled at the ready.

"I ask you now. Will you have an end here now, or will you join your

fallen friends on their journey to the abyss?"

As Greenleaf's final ruffian flees in total fear of his life. Oconto

holds his ground. His look meets Morningfield's eye to eye. He makes no move

for any weapon as he dismounts.

"Sir, I yield to you and ask your mercy. I have fallen in with these

evil men. I mean you no harm and bear you no ill will. Kill me if you must. I

want no more part of this"!

"Kill you? Why? This fight is ended. You wear the tag of a bondsman?

Does the Earl of Greenleaf keep you in servitude against your will"?

"Yes, I have long ago repaid my family's debt to him, many times over,

yet he refuses to set me free".

"For the attack upon these the Queen's servants and also upon my

person, I will charge him a very high price. Since you have you have yield to

me. Your bond passes to me. Remove your bonds tag, you are now free! You will

no longer serve any man! What is your name free man"?

"Oconto, my friend and good sir. If you will allow me I will gladly

serve you. It is the only way that I can repay you".

"No my friend there is no debt to be paid here".

"Then since I am now a free man I choose to follow you. I promise on

my life to ward and watch, protect and work with you".

"Well then if that's the way you will have it, then you can be my man

at arms and standard bearer. Let us see if any are just wounded."

The third messenger is laying on the ground holding a knife wound

through the ribs.

"Captain Morningfield. All of Overon is in dire peril! The Queen herself

is at great risk. Her right to rule has been challenged by the Earl of

Greenleaf in an ordeal by combat. Some kind of magical plague has afflicted

all of the warriors in and close to the city. Anyone that could have possibly

answered for the Queen has been laid low.

It is only by the greatest fortune that we found you, in time I hope.

You are the only one fit enough and close enough with the skill at arms to

have a chance at saving us. For the sake of the Queen and the kingdom you must

hurry to the capital. May the light speed and keep you".

Morningfield ask the messenger and Oconto a few more questions. He learn

the fullness of Greenleaf's treason and treachery. He get more details about

the warrior's sickness. Again anger floods him. He lets that anger burn to

feed his inner drive. With a few more words to Oconto to care for the wounded.

He mounts Jax and heads towards Overon. The great horse spurred to action

runs with unbridled joy. A grim faced, dour handed Morningfield riding low in

the saddle.

A bit later in the day as Oconto and two wounded messengers slowly make

their way back. They are overtaken by Steakley Covington. He learns the full

details of all that has occurred and happened. For a second time he smiles his

very dangerous smile.

A very hot and well-lathered and somewhat exhausted Jax comes striding

through the city gates. Morningfield upon reaching the stables, gives the

groomsman instruction to care well for Jax as he has been very hard ridden and

will need the best care, rest, water and feeding. Normally Morningfield would

have attended to such details personally himself, but need and a press for

time hasten him to hurry to see the Queen.

After he enters the palace he learns that the council is in session and

Greenleaf is still present. Morningfield strides through the halls, then

reaches the closed doors to the council chambers. He throws wide the huge

guilt worked doors and a resounding boom echoes through the halls as the wide

flung doors hit the walls. All heads turn as he comes into the room looking

fierce from, being travel stained and blood splattered.

Queen Meera leaps from her seat and starts towards him

"Morningfield you have come! I knew I could count on you"!

She stops short her travel as Lord Romely gravely announces;

"Captain Brin Morningfield, Royal Bodyguards and Queen's official

champion".

Morningfield bows low in response and kneels low before the Queen.

"Your Royal Highness, Queen Meera".

Queen Meera takes his hand to make him rise and hugs him unabashed, no

long caring for what is deemed 'proper'. Looks of askance and knowing nods

pass back and forth around the room. As she breaks the embrace and steps away,

he gives her a quick smile then turns full to face Greenleaf.

Greenleaf's face is a mixture of battling emotions. From arrogant sneer,

to open confusion, to barely restrained fear and hostility changing moment by

moment. Morningfield fixes his gaze on Greenleaf as he strides towards him.

Greenleaf's face finally locks in a sneer as he tries to look defiant, in

spite of his obvious fear.

"Earl of Greenleaf. Correct me if I am mistaken here? It is to my

understanding that you wish to challenge my Queen's fitness and right to rule

Overon from the high throne???”

Greenleaf replies,

"Yes you have that correctly, you simpleminded, low born oaf".

"I have been chosen and I have accepted to be the Queen's Champion to

represent her. Is not a slap on the face with a gauntlet the accepted method

of accepting a challenge"?

"Why, yes you...."

Greenleaf doesn't have a chance to finish his response. Morningfield

punches him with a mighty blow that sends the Earl sliding across the floor

unconscious. He lands with a thud against a wall out cold. Greenleaf's

supporters hustle the unconscious Earl up from the floor and beat a hasty

retreat dragging Greenleaf. As they leave some nervously keep their hands on

fully sheathed blades.

Morningfield spreads wide his arms as he turns. Nods of approval greet

him. Lord Viton rises from his chair and begins to applaud him. Soon others

join him in a standing ovation.

"My Queen and members of the high council. Please forgive my

forgetfulness. It would appear that I simply forgot to remove my fist from my

gauntlet before slapping the Earl of Greenleaf. How thoughtless of me,

please do excuse my social blundering".

The council room breaks out in uproarious laughter and wide grins. Lord

Viton laughing the heartiest of all. Laughter spreads with the news and the

sound lifts the mood of the entire castle. The first time in many days that

there have been so many smiles.

Later Morningfield checks on his faithful steed Jax. He finds that he

has been very well taken care of and according to his wishes. Morningfield

then sees to himself. After he has bathed, shaved, groomed and donned a new

uniform, he finds dinner with Lord Romely. After dinner is finished he makes

his way up the highest overlook of the palace. He steps in to the cool night

air and immediately sees a cloaked figure standing in the shadows. He walks

straight over to the figure and as this person's features become more distinct

he drops to one knee.

"My Queen, then wind has quite a biting chill tonight."

The Queen responds,

"Yes it does. Perhaps, I will find some tall, dark, handsome, proud,

fearless warrior to protect me from it? And, maybe he will offer me comfort

with his strong arms wrapped around me. Perhaps, he will shield me from the

cold with the warmth of his body. I would feel so safe and secure, listening

to the beat of his noble heart. I would feel so calm listening to the steady

rhythm of his breathing".

Morningfield steps closer towards her and wraps her in a tender

embrace. The two figures stand silently for a while underneath the pale

starlight. Standing together, they look out over the battlements.

Night shrouds the expansive countryside. With his arms locked around

her and her head resting on his chest; the two share a calmness and serenity

that no words can explain. The love that they have tried to deny and avoid for

so long, has now started to blossom into full flower.

Quietly as if not to disturb the night Queen Meera begins.

"I knew that you would not fail me".

Morningfield replies,

"As long as this heart of mine beats, while there is blood flowing warm

in these veins, with every breath I take, the full strength of my body, yea,

even with my soul and spirit. I will answer your every call. Nothing that

lives, weather it walks, runs, swims, slithers or flies and breathes fire will

ever keep me from you my Queen".

"Brin do you not know my name? Then why won't you please use it"?

"Meera, forgive me, but you are the Queen".

"In name only so far, until this question of challenge is settled. Not

at all if Greenleaf has his wish. There are so many of them that you alone

must face; can we possibly hope to succeed? If there had of been any other

way, I would have chosen it. Everything is depending solely on you. I will

offer my prayers to the God of Light for safety and victory".

"With this, so great a cause for right, set before me. How can I

possibly fail? By fist, blade, heart and faith I will be the heartiest fighter

this side of life. By my honor and on my love, with my very life. Your every

foe will fall before me as blades of grass before the scythe come harvest

time. None who ever oppose you will ever fail. Because you now have for a

champion, Morningfield".

"I can think of no other, that I would rather have to protect my life

and defend my honor. I want that you should come to me, service my need and

fulfill my desires. Share your heart with me."

"Meera, you just don't realize that you captured my heart long ago.

With your sweetness and gentleness you snared me. Your winning charm and

timeless, ethereal beauty have held me caught fast. You have regal manner,

stately bearing, impeccable style, with a flair, taste and grace".

"Just as you have won mine, with your noble soul, fine character,

handsome looks and winning spirit."

"Meera your eyes are so beautiful, like the emerald sea shining

against the white sandy beaches. Twin jewels that have fired my soul and

been my heart's inspiration. When I look into those eyes I can get such a

thrill. It's like my spirits are soaring and flying high.

Even before I entered your personal service I feel for those eyes.

Many have been the times when I have face dangers, hardships, despairs,

doubts, evil and seemed destined to suffer bitter defeat. I could picture your

eyes and my heart would find the strength and courage to go on and on.

Thoughts of you gave me the resolve,

discipline, and inspired the courage and cunning that I needed to win.

Until now it seemed that my love for you was like the stars on the

velvet of a midnight moonless night's sky. Beautiful beyond compare, still too

distant to be touched, yet a man will find himself striving with all his might

to reach for them, to touch them, to feel them, to hold them. Your beauty has

enraptured and enchanted me like no sorcerer’s spell has ever. You have always

seemed to me, to be more than real, more than a woman, a lady of fantasy.

You have now become more than real to me. Now you are a part of me. You

have renewed and refreshed me. I was despaired of living, hurt grievously deep

down in my soul and my spirit beyond weary. The precious gift of your love has

made me a fit and whole man again. For me your value is beyond measure, you

are truly a priceless treasure. I cherish everything about you. You are more

precious to me than any amount of riches, gems, gold, or silver. Your smile

outshines the sun and fills me up with light."

A lone bell tolls to signal the start of another official day of morning.

This is the day when issued challenges are met. A commons area used for

fairs, bazaars, tournaments and athletic competitions is the appointed site.

The entire ambulatory population of the city turns out in mass to watch

the spectacle that will decide Overon's fate. Among their thronging collective

is one figure. A man that more than a little stands out. A seemingly well

built man, shrouded from head to toe in a bilious hooded black robe.

Wherever he goes, he moves with a sinewy catlike grace and economy of

motion. As he makes his ways through, the crowds part like waves before the

prow of a ship. People stop and make way noting his passing. He settles in the

area close to where the combatants have assembled themselves for the fight yet

to come.

The morning air is split by the blare of trumpets. Queen Meera's

arrival with her champion Morningfield is officially announced. The pair are

followed by the high council and their entire entourage. They take positions

on the previously existing

grandstands.

Lord Romely officially announces the ordeal's commencement.

"Your Majesty, Lords and Ladies, assembled citizens of Overon! A

challenge to the right to rule from the high throne of Overon has been issued

to Her Highness Meera, daughter of the late king Belrus High sovereign of the

realm.

The amassed contenders have jointly issued their challenges to contest

the right to secession by ordeal de combat. The ancient rite for trial of

fitness as laid forth in the Overonian edicts, which date back to the second

era.

Also in accord with the aforementioned edicts, Her Royal Highness Meera

chooses by proxy of agent a champion to represent her. Brin Morningfield;

Captain of the Royal Bodyguard; now Her Majesty's Champion. Let the Combat begin"!

Morningfield leaves the grandstand and takes to the battleground. A

moment of discussion among the co conspirators and a decision is made among

them.

Lord Milliry comes forward to first do battle. As he closes the

distance, he charges straight and full at Morningfield with sword leveled as

if to spear him with.

Morningfield is a bit shocked at this tactic, but reflexive training

from years of training and field combat experience take over. Morningfield

easily parries Milliry's sword, spins and brings his own sword into play, all

in one deft move.

Morningfield's blow lands between Milliry’s head and shoulders and his

head leaps from his shoulders in a hot spray of froth and blood. The late Lord

Milliry drops like a sack of over ripe melons, his body spasmodically

twitches, still trying to obey it's last received commands.

A collective gasp is heard form the crowd and a few heads turn away.

Hopeful smiles start to part some faces as the lifeless body is removed from

the field. Frowns, looks of rage, terror and horror are now painted on the

faces of the co conspirators.

Greenleaf motions to one of his retainers on the sidelines and the man

rushes off.

Lord Cass is the next to face Morningfield. He takes a more cautious

approach. He uses his blade in a quick darting and retreating, harrying

manner. On one of his attacks, he telegraphs his move before he makes it.

Morningfield has all of the opening he needs and he takes it.

Morningfield feints one way and moves another. Lord Cass is caught

completely by surprise. That look is frozen in a death's rigor upon his face.

The crowd murmurs as another body is removed from the field. Morningfield

plants his sword point into the ground as debate rages as to who will be next

to face him. Lord Hollinsgard is selected and comes forth. Only to find his

death.

This pattern of death repeats itself until eight Lords lay dead. Having

met with final justice at the end of Morningfield's blade. Greenleaf is livid,

red with rage and shaking. Spittle forms at the corners of his mouth as he

screams.

"ALL OF YOU FOOLS!!! YOU TAKE HIM NOW!!! RUSH HIM, YOU IMBECILES"!!!!

Cries of shock and outrage utter form the crowd. Greenleaf stays behind

as the conspirators start towards Morningfield. He hold is sword at the ready,

stance parted, knees slightly bent. The treasonous ten temporarily halt their

advance and a stunned hush falls over the crowd as the man robed in black

steps from the side and strides

straight towards Morningfield.

Morningfield turns to meet this new threat and the conspirators

encircle the pair. A collective exclamation of surprise shoots through the

crowd like a bolt of lightening as the mysterious man sheds his robes. Now

turning his back on his friend and facing half of the conspirators is

Morningfield's best friend and old teacher. Steakley

Covington the greatest living swordsman in the realm kicks his robe towards

one of the Lords that just wet himself.

"Here you go, I hate to see a grown man publicly debase himself. Use this

in good health."

Again the dangerous smile as he begins again.

"Ah, Morningfield, how like you to want to keep all of this fun for

yourself! Would you mind to terribly much if I joined you dear boy?"

Greenleaf screams,

"HE CAN'T DO THAT!!!

Lord Viton looks at Lord Jarbidge, Jarbidge in returns smiles and nods.

Lord Viton looks at Lord Romely and states simply

"Oh, Yes, He CAN!"

Lord Romely hold high his staff of office to let the combat continue.

The two friends now standing back to back are poised and ready

Morningfield speaks briefly to his old friend.

"Out for a morning stroll? I'm glad you decided to visit. Not enough

excitement for you back in the sticks old friend?"

Covington replies,

"I thought that I would just come and pay my homage and respects to that new,

pretty, young Queen of yours, then head back to my comforts at home. This city

life is much too slow for my taste."

"Light, my goodness I would hate to see you so bored on your visit here,

let me see if I can provide you with some entertainment."

With that Morningfield strikes out with a slash at a conspirator that

just then happened to step too close. He lets out a cut short shriek as his

insides start to spill towards the ground. The fight begins in earnest then.

The crowd is tense, not a soul daring so much as a blink, for fear of

missing something. Her Majesty's nails dig into the edge of her chair as she

sits on the edge of her seat. The center of the field is a study in contrast.

Bedlam and death among the conspirators. Calm vitality and quickening with our

heroes.

Blades flash painted red in the morning sun. Thrust, parry, death as

another man falls. Attack, repartee, death, as the light of life leaves the

eyes of another. Covington slashes one way ending the life of one as

Morningfield cuts halting the life of another. Dodge, thrust, death as another

joins his fellows in endless sleep.

The dance of death continues unabated until finally, two men at last

emerge.

They face each other and one looks at the sweat soaked, blood smeared

face of the other and remarks.

"Ah, Morningfield, a sad pity how you have just let your appearance go.

I would think a man with your connections and position here about would have

more care for himself."

"So sorry that you have to be seen in public with me old friend. I

will endeavor to be a bit more presentable for your next visit."

Covington again flashes his dangerous smile.

An arrow lands between Covington's and Morningfield's feet, just as a

cut off scream erupts from the concealment of some near by brush. Greenleaf's

retainer comes stumbling forth.

He's clutching in vain trying to remove a dagger from where it's wedged

to the hilt in his back. Crimson flows from his mouth and nose as he sighs

heavily and pitches forward eternally silent.

Oconto emerges from the brush and casually tosses the bow aside that the

assassin had hoped to use to dispatch Morningfield with. Oconto waves at

Morningfield and Covington, then flashes a large happy smile towards

Greenleaf.

Covington tells Morningfield,

"I'm glad now that I found that fellow and brought him along. He proved

that he can be quite useful to have around."

"I couldn't agree with you more old friend, I couldn't agree more!"

Morningfield directs his attention back to Greenleaf. Greenleaf has

bared his sword now and is taking warm up strokes. Covington steps forward,

but Morningfield hold his old friend back.

"My friend this fight is mine alone, just keep a watchful eye about

for any more mischief and as always you have my eternal thanks."

(Whoosh, Whoosh as Greenleaf cuts through the air swing after swing)

Greenleaf begins,

"You meddlesome oaf, enough of this child's play. Now it's time you

dealt with me.

I'll have you know that I am the finest swordsman to be found along the

emerald sea coast. I have had the best teachers that money could buy. My sword

is the of the finest steel made by the best smithy in all of Overon.

If you quit the field now I will spare your life. I may even allow you

to retain you commission as an officer in the Army. I will even permit you to

attend 'MY' wedding to Meera. There could be lucrative reward for you, if you

quit now and just walk away."

Morningfield answers,

"What, foolishness you speak. Are you trying to talk me to distraction

and tears? Are you prepared to battle?"

"Blast you! Dullard, meet your end!"

"Not by your hand Greenleaf, not today".

Greenleaf yells in rage and attacks in fury. Being fresh to the fight.

Greenleaf begins to rain blows towards Morningfield. Morningfield has to fight

from a defensive posture. While Greenleaf was quite boastfull his, swordplay

is still very good. The onslaught continues for seemingly endless moments. The

assembled spectators begin to exchange worried glances.

Greenleaf slows somewhat having vented some of his rage in his furious

attack. Morningfield sees his opportunity and begins his counterattack.

Precise, efficient, and effective Greenleaf's defense flags and Morning field

draws first blood. Greenleaf instinctive places his hand to his side and it

comes by wet and red.

Panic begins to grip Greenleaf, as seemingly for the first time, he

realizes that he might actually die. Fear now controls his technique. From the

sideline Covington notices the difference and smiles again.

One luckless wildly swung stroke catches Morningfield's armory issued

blade in a previously notched spot. A resounding sharp crack sounds as his

sword shatters just shy of the hilt.

Greenleaf stares in disbelief then sudden glee as he plunges his blade

into the edge of Morningfield's side as he in vain tries to dodge it. Meera

screams out chillingly and doubles over clenching her side in pain.

Covington closes his eyes in a silent prayer for his friend, fearing

the end. Time seem to slow to the speed of cold molasses on a winter's day.

Greenleaf begins,

"Now! you low born son of a dog you will die! I'm going to enjoy

cutting you to pieces before your hopeful well wishers. Long will I revel in

the memory of this day. I will spend many pleasurable hours taunting and

torturing Meera with the memory or the sight of you laying here, dead at my

feet.

Leave this life with the knowledge that she will be consort to me. She

will be my willing slave chained to my throne, at my feet.

There are some things that you should know before you begin your

journey into endless night! Take this with you to the grave!

It was all me! I had the King poisoned with that wasting illness! That

doting old fool! I was the one who had your family destroyed with magically

wrought balefire. To keep you out of my way.

My how they screamed when they found all the exits blocked. Your

mother's screams were the sweetest of all! Give this thought as you spend you

last moments this side of life. For all of the aggravations you have given me. I am about to send you to

hell!"

Morningfield, after having heard this, is filled with the superhuman

strength of blind rage. His vision clouds as a curtain of red haze descends in

a berserker's fury. He raps both hands around the Greenleaf's blade and pulls

himself further into it. Pain only makes his rage that much more powerful! He

reaches up and grabs a stunned Greenleaf by the head and give it a tremendous

wrench. An audible snap is heard as Greenleaf, his neck snapped cleanly in

two, falls lifeless to the ground.

Morningfield look down at the late Earl of Greenleaf and says,

"I will see you in hell come morning..., you first!"

Covington visibly worried rushes and is the first to reach Morningfield.

Blood flows and covers his right side.

"I'm afraid it's very bad this time my old friend".

"Save your strength, here lean on me, let me help you lay down".

"No, not just yet take me to Meera now. There's one thing more I

must do. I'm afraid that my appearance is now somewhat more worse for wear. I

can't do this by myself, I need you to help me."

Covington wraps his arm around his shoulder and mostly drags

Morningfield over to where Meera is rushing to meet them. Tears are

streaming down her face as she comes close.

"Brin"!!!! DON'T YOU DARE TRY TO LEAVE ME!!! YOU HAVE TO STAY HERE I

CAN'T LOOSE YOU!! PLEASE!!! DON'T LEAVE ME!!!"

"Meera, where is Romely?"

"I'm here son that was a magnificent fight we are all proud of you!"

"Romely, give me the crown."

Lord Romely signals Lucas the page to bring up the crown from where

he had previous been holding it on a purple velvet cushion. Romely motions for

Lucas to hold the crown before Morningfield. He takes it his blood smeared

hands.

"By the Light and Right, Meera you are now the uncontested Queen”!

Queen Meera, tears still streaming, unabated down her pretty face.

Bows to accept the crown from the hands of her champion.

"WHERE ARE THE HEALERS?????? I COMMAND THAT THEY COME FORTH!!! HE MUST NOT DIE!!! Not today of all days, not now, please not here.”

Morningfield speaks to Covington,

"Old friend, all of my task are done now. It's so cold now, I can't

feel my legs anymore. Everything has gotten very blurry. Help me to lay down.

Would you be so kind as to remove this souvenir invitation to hell that

Greenleaf gave me."

"Easy there lad, if I try to remove it, the shock alone might just kill you."

"MAKE WAY!!! MAKE WAY!!! PLEASE, PEOPLE I MUST GET THROUGH! MAKE WAY! LET ME PASS!!!

The surrounding crowd of well meaning well wishers parts to allow

Failees 'The Pure' High Cleric of Light to Morningfield's side.

Queen Meera yells at him

"FAILEES, OH THANK THE LIGHT YOU HAVE COME!!! PLEASE I WILL DO

ANYTHING, GIVE ANYTHING, GRANT ANYTHING! Just do not let him die!!!”

Clerics have certain virtues and abilities healing is one of them. Failees holds

his palm to Morningfield's forehead. His pulse is faint, almost non-existent.

His breathing is very shallow. His skin has the ashen look of death.

Failees still with his hand on Morningfield’s head speaks.

"This is bad, very bad. I can't say that I have ever felt the life

force so weak in anyone before, he has already begun the great journey across

the gulf between life and after life. Yet, there is still a spark that yet

remains!"

Failees offers up silent prayers.

"I have bound what life there is that's left to his physical body. I

have done all I can do, it is up to the healers, Morningfield and time now to

complete the healing I have set to motion inside of him."

Queen Meera, has stretcher bearers take Morningfield to her private

chambers. Healers and servants are the only one allow entrance. She her self

only leaves his side for to refresh her self and take on need refreshment. She

tends his bandages and keeps his wound clean, bathes his skin with cool water

after a fever set in.

Lady Zara to Queen Meera,

"If you don't stop fussing so much over Captain Morningfield and

start taking better care of yourself. You will find your self in a sick bed.

Then where will he be? You do yourself and him a disservice trying to single

handedly care for him.

Let others help you and him and give yourself a break dear. I have

every confidence that he will still be able to pull through, even with less

loving hands taking care of him!"

After several days of this, Morningfield finally utters his first

sounds.

"What happened? Where am I?" "OH!"

(as he tries to sit up.)

"Be still do not try to get up, here I'll help you sit up."

The Queen help him up into a sitting position and orders broth for her

fallen champion. After it arrives she feeds it to him. Always used to taking

care of himself, this time Morningfield doesn't offer a complaint.

In the meanwhile, everyone afflicted by the foul sickness returns fully well

to normal. The Army led by General Voth returns. The Royal Navy and Marines

return as well led by Admiral Vera.

Morningfield continues to improve and convalesce and get his strength back.

As he feels better and do more for himself, Lady Zara pays him a private visit.

Lady Zara to Morningfield,

_ "Captain, how are you?

“Feeling much better Lady Zara, thank you for asking”.

Lady Zara Continues,

“Have you noticed how much time and effort the Queen has personally

given to your recovery? She is running herself ragged, caring constantly for you. She

only takes time away from you to eat and refresh herself.

If you don't want to see her come to bad health totally own her own

caring for you. Say something about it to her. For her sakes, if you do truly

love her. I'm sorry, I know that you have proved that for all eyes to see

beyond any shadow of a doubt. But, please consider her well being as well and

encourage her to get some rest.

Thank you, so very much, for everything you have done. She will be

coming back any moment now. Don't mention our conversation please. She would

become very cross with me, if she knew I had voiced my concerns to you.”

Morningfield, a bit thoughtful now,

“You have my word of honor, not a word of our conversation will ever pass

my lips".

Queen Meera returns.

Morningfield tells the Queen that she has an entire kingdom to run

and that he is only one of her subjects. He argues with the Queen to have him

taken back to his own rooms to finish mending. The Queen becomes angry with

him, yet gives in and relents.

He doesn't see her for awhile, but she keeps constant check on him

and looks in on him while he is sleeping. The bell that tolls the official

period of morning for the late king is silent now the official period of

morning is over.

The dawning of the new day finds a man of cat like grace walking into

Morningfield's room.

"Well, are you going to lie like a slug there all day"?

"Covington! You sly old fox. How are you?

"I am fine my friend, you had us all worried there. For a while it

seemed to be touch and go. By the Light though, you did it and pulled

through."

"I had a lot of help and care, thank you for all you have done”!

"Ha! I did next to nothing, if you thank any one thank that pretty Queen

of yours. How is she?’

“ I haven't seen her. We had some words."

"Well I tell you what. If you feel up to it. Get dressed and we will go to her

official coronation and you can see for yourself.

"YES! That would be today! Alright if you will help me with my boots."

After Morningfield is dressed the two men make there way to the main

receiving hall. Everything is decorated, everyone is dressed in his and her

finest. Throngs of people that could not fit in are outside.

Admiral Vera standing in her customary place off to the left of the

throne with General Voth, motions for both men to come forward. The usually

stone face General Voth breaks into a wide grin and grasp Morningfield's hand.

"Excellent work, Captain, I heard all about it. I couldn't have done a

better job myself with a squad of hand picked men. Be proud! We most certainly

are!"

Admiral Vera,

"To General Voth's I would like to add my own personal congratulation

for a job well done. I'm rather proud myself to serve the crown with someone

like you. If you ever get tired of things here on land. I know we can find a

good place for you in the Royal Navy or Royal Marines."

General Voth adds,

"Not to mention the Army. Here now, place here comes Lord Romely about to

announce the Queen."

Lord Romely in full regalia walks in his stately pace to the front of

the grand hall.

"Lords and Ladies, assembled citizens of Overon, Her Highness and

Royal Majesty: Queen Meera; Supreme Sovereign of All Overon."

Thunderous applause resounds through out the grand hall and is echoed

outside. Queen Meera, walks by, stately, elegant, graceful, serene and

beautiful. Every inch a queen.

Nobles bow and curtsy as she passes by. When she reaches the place

were Morningfield, Covington, Admiral Vera and General Voth are standing, she

pauses as if remembering something forgotten with out looking at them then

continues. Morningfield gives a confused look to Covington who is grinning

mischievously. General Voth and Admiral exchange bemused glances. As the Queen

takes her seat on the throne again, applause fills the great hall.

"Today it give me great pleasure to recognize a man of exceptional

skills and a citizen of notable valor. Master Steakley Covington come present

yourself before me."

Morningfield's eyes are about to bulge out from his head as his

friend steps forward to stand before the throne.

The Queen begins again,

"Kneel here before me. For meritorious services to the crown and

citizens of Overon. I Queen Meera of all Overon do here by dub thee Knight

Protector of the realm and Warlord of the western provinces. Arise Sir

Steakley, Lord Covington. You have our undying Thanks and we will always owe

you our debt of gratitude."

She motions for Lucas the page to bring forth a velvet pillow holding

the symbol for his new title. Covington bows his head as the Queen place the

symbol around his neck.

While his head is still bowed she grabs him in a fierce hug, kisses

his cheek and winks at him with a big smile. The applause again roars through

out the hall.

Morningfield sheds a tear of joy and pride for his old friend and

teacher. He is beyond happy to see his long time best friend rewarded so.

The Queen steps back from Covington and then motions to Lucas again.

The page goes off, then promptly returns. He comes bearing the finest sword

that Morningfield has ever seen. A collective

"AH!"

comes form the audience as they see the gleaming blade. Morningfield thinks

to himself that is truly a fitting tribute to any warrior. Especially his

friend and the greatest living swordsman in the realm.

The Queen hefts the blade and again applause.

"People of Overon, I present to you the sword Validor! This is a very

special sword! It was made from the finest Dwarf mined, cast steel. It was

forged and shaped by Elven smiths.

It has been magiced to be forever sharp and unbreakable. A spell has

been cast upon it where it will be able to warn its owner whenever danger is

near. I will now present this fabulous magic sword to it's new owner."

For the first time that day Queen Meera makes eye contact with

Morningfield, then she beams at him with a broad smile. Covington then turns

to look at him, winks flashes his own broad grin and motions for him to join

him. General Voth and Admiral Vera, both grinning like children in a candy

store urge him to go forward.

"Brin Morningfield",

The Queen begins again.

"What can we ever do to repay the debt the crown, the realm and myself

owe you? Archimage Merton, Lady Mindom, if you will please."

The old wizard and the ageless sorceress each take positions to either

side of Morningfield. The magician instructs them.

"My Queen if you will place you hand on the hilt."

Merton then waves his hand slowly over the queens.

"Sir Morningfield, if you will place you hand on the hilt now."

Merton then waves his hand slowly over the queens.

"Lady Mindom now place your spell on the two."

Lady Mindom speaks a single name as she makes a simple gesture

"Validor"

The sword sings to Morningfield's hearing alone. His eyes widen and the

Queen giggles.

"Now you see Morningfield. This sword is beyond mundanely special it is

supernaturally special as well.

A strand of my hair; a strand of your hair; sweat from your brow; a

tear from my eye; a drop of my blood produced by a gold needle pinprick; and a

drop of your blood produced by a pinprick with a silver needle were all place

into the pommel of this sword.

Now the special spell, has wakened Validor. It can sense whenever danger

is near and it will let you know by a slight vibration. It can also sense,

even when I'm not near, that I am in danger and alert you to the fact with a

hum that only your ear will ever be able to hear.

From this day forward your bond to me is complete. No matter if near or

far wherever we are you and I will share this bond in our hearts. I can to a

degree feel your pain and emotions. I will know when you are tired and be able

to will you additional strength for brief moments in times of need. You will

always know in which direction, if not exactly where I am and if I will be

able to summon you to me when needed."

Louder where the assembled masses can hear, she continues.

"Brin Morningfield, kneel before me. I Meera; Queen of all Overon and

Sovereign Supreme do hereby dub you our Personal Knight Protector and elevate

you in rank to Knight‑General. I do from this day forward establish a unit of

elite warriors to serve the crown as Elite Special Forces and I place them

under your command as well as the Royal Bodyguard service."

She then take Validor dubs him Knight and places it in his grasp with

instructions to hold Validor on high.

"Arise Sir Brin, Arise Lord Morningfield, Arise Sir Knight General

Protector. Uproaring applause fills the hall and the people rejoice.

Covington looks at Morningfield winks and says,

"Not too bad, not too bad at all."

This is not the end, this is not the beginning, only the beginning of

another chapter in a story about a beautiful queen, a valorous knight and a

kingdom called Overon.