The ten horsemen approached, and their leader stopped three horse lengths away, leaped from the horse"s back, and landed lightly on his feet. Bowing deeply with both arms, his long blonde hair cascaded in a shower towards his feet, rippling slightly in the morning breeze.
Astonished by this most ancient custom and protocol, it took Aradia a moment to recall the proper response to a silent, significant gesture. "Arise, good Elf, and be recognized," she spoke.
Standing, with his eyes deferentially lowered, he said, "Petrus, my lady Aradia, I beg the privilege of an audience."
Surprised again, as she presumed she was still in disfavor with her grandfather, she replied, "Granted, Petrus. How may I be of service?"
"His Majesty, Phaidan the Great, begs that you will attend him in Court at yo
