Chapter 258: Passing of Honor
There were resounding sounds of agreement throughout the small group Arthur spoke to. Everyone was eager to begin the knighting process. Even though it would only leave two apprentices, it meant that the dukedom was that much more protected with more knights. The ability to self-govern was a beautiful thing for many reasons.
"Then let us begin," Arthur responded to the agreement. "Using the power that His Majesty, King Alfred the Second, has given me today, it is my pleasure to use a blade forged in the fires of the Sünstoian region in the north." He pointed towards the highest mountain. "On it, a permanent mark of soul protection has been engraved. I believe it’s something that could benefit each person here who is honored today. I know that a lot of you saw things beyond your wildest nightmares, but let’s work together to make Chemois something out of a dream. As we consider the hardship faced during the two-year monster war, I would like to take a moment to silently acknowledge the good men we lost. Listen to the silence and find a sign that they have successfully walked to the other side and wait for their brothers... and sisters, in a heaven that will make up for all the bad we faced in the realm of the living."
Suddenly, everything felt heavy as Arthur’s deep voice ceased, and every person standing there was forced to face the painful thoughts and harsh realities they experienced not more than half a year before. There were traumas they would always carry with them, and those who passed would always feel so close.
Particularly, Irene found it hard to cope with the moment as she grasped the handle of Leif’s sword and felt Felix’s elbow gently brush against hers as he silently told her that he was truly there for her through it all.
He noticed which blade she carried. It reminded him of the small red journal he kept in his pocket at all times.
His gesture of support was enough to keep Irene’s tears from flowing.
What knocked her out of her thoughts the most was a hawk landing on the highest tower and cawing at them all below. Her eyes went to the raptor, and she knew she wasn’t the only person to find significance in that moment.
She couldn’t help feeling like it was a sign as her head lifted and she smiled faintly at the bird. So strong and beautiful.
She thought of a conversation she had with Leif where he wondered what it was like to fly like a bird. A lump formed in her throat, but she kept it together.
"Now give your attention to me, and we will begin the passing of honor," Arthur explained. "As far as I’m aware, there are two today who will have this bestowed upon them. I would like to pass my honor to Sir Gunnar. With resounding permission from His Majesty, who agreed that your exemplary regard for the code of chivalry during battle was worth rewarding, I give you this medal and hope that you feel as if even a small part of your efforts have been acknowledged by the monarch."
From his belt, he pulled a golden cross connected to a dark red bow. He extended his hands and gestured for the knight he called on to step forward.