Apr 13, 2006 20:00
Mallory looks at the young Gwydion, "Well then, are you ready?"
She nods, "I believe that I am."
He nods, motioning for her to begin, in a smooth, practiced motion she drops, the words roll out of her mouth, practiced, smooth, and deeply felt, "I swear fealty unto you, Duke Mallory Adair ap Gwydion, your command is my desire, and your request my desire. May my service always please, and may my sight grow dark if it does not. As the tides to the moon, my will to yours, my liege."
He replies, his even voice serious, "I take you as my vassal. You are of my house, even as the very stones. I pledge to hold you, guard you, and to keep you. I pledge to honor your service as it deserves, and to reward loyalty in kind. As the moon to the seas below, my will to yours, I pledge the Escheat to you."
She grins up at him and he offers her the coin of glamour, she takes the coin and stands.
"May the dreaming guide you in your quest."
"Thank you, Your Grace."