“VICTORY IS OURS!!!!” The cheers were heard from the armory, as the Knights of Calgarie celebrated a hard fought battle.
Archduke Burke wiped a bead of sweat from his brow.
“You seem troubled, brother.” King Treliving said as he placed a hand on Burke's shoulder.
“Our most prominent Knights seemed tentative on the battlefield.”
“It is no cause for concern. Young Bennett, former Knight of Kingston proved himself, Prince Ferland showed great strength, Colborne never surrendered. You couldn’t ask for more. We have taken the first fight.”
“I suppose your right.”
A servant emerged from the large wooden doors. “Knight Bennett is here.”
“Excellent, send him in.” Knight Bennett walked in and bent down on one knee.
“My liege, you summoned me.”
“Yes. Please rise.” With a puzzled look, Bennett rose only to be caught off guard by the embrace of his king.
“You have made our city very proud. I expect big things from you in the next battle. Now kneel.”
Knight Bennett knelt on one knee. King Treliving drew his sword. “You are no longer a Knight. I DUB THEE, PRINCE BENNETT OF THE SECOND BRIGADE.”
“My liege, I shall not let you down.”
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