Across the room another knight of the Stallion stood, urging his table up.
Every knight and rider of the Stallion stood, a dozen men and four women, all in warrior blacks tonight and several with silver and gold officer’s braids prominent. Javal pointed to the stage, at Jarrod, and Jarrod looked around, then stood.
“The hell?” asked Carter.
Jarrod shrugged. “I dunno. But when in Rome.”
Every knight of the Stallion, one by one, pointed to Jarrod.
“Aw, s**t,” Jarrod griped. “What’d I do now?”
“I have no idea,” said Carter.
Daorah whispered in Carter’s ear.
“Oh,” said Carter.
Chavis, Lord High Chancellor of Falconsrealm, walked onto the dais. Sir Javal joined him.
Princess Adielle stood and walked down the ambassadors’ end of the great table. She put her hand on Jarrod’s shoulder as
