“Wait!” I stopped him.
He looked at me, clearly annoyed and unused to being interrupted.
“I’m not done.” I retrieved the other set of armor from behind my saddle and tossed it to the ground as I had the first.
“I claim victory over Rider Niklos!”
Dimétrian’s eyes shone with victory. “You killed another Rider?”
“I did.” I nodded.
He motioned to the guard, who came for the armor as he had the first.
“Maybe you know,” he said, “Riders, and you weren’t a Rider of course, you were just a provisional Rider, you have to have your claim validated first to be a Rider, so you weren’t really a Rider, but even, you know, the provisional ones, there are rules about attacking other Riders. You can’t have feuds or attacks without approval from the Council.”
“Of course,” I answered. “And I would n
