“In that case, my lord, I"d be honoured to lead your contingent.”
“Good,” said Lord Wulfram. “Now, someone give me a sword.”
“My lord?” said Ludwig.
The baron looked around. “Anyone?”
Sigwulf stepped forward, drawing his blade. “Will this one do, Your Lordship?”
Wulfram smiled, taking the sword and holding it up to examine the hilt. “A fine weapon. Might I ask where you acquired it?”
“On the coast,” said Sigwulf, “quite some distance from here.”
The baron turned to Ludwig. “Kneel.”
“My lord?”
“He said kneel,” said Cyn. “He can’t very well knight you if you’re standing.”
“Sure he can,” said Sigwulf.
“You stay out of this,” she replied.
Ludwig looked at Lord Wulfram in surprise. “Knighted? Me?”
“You’ve certainly earned it,” said the baron.
“Very well.” Ludwig knelt, bowing his
