Knights and Ladies

The Quest for Query II

He does not seem to get it.

No matter how Sir David thinks it, he is yet unable to piece the Miracle that occurred at the battle field.

'Miracle? Does that suffice to mark such as mere miracle. That was nothing but Mystery." David mouths to himself.

Currently, he is riding in from the fields on a brown horse with Amber marked mat on it's back.

He is riding in his armor, having undergone a patrol of the remaining troops of knights left, after the horrendous s*******r by rogue knight Galahead. His armor noticeably lacks a helmet, revealing his brown undercut hair to the open.

He jerked softly at the reins of the horse, causing it to neigh as the gates of the castle opened up to him, sentries clad in leather armor throwing salutes to him.

Previously, David was merely a squire of the house of Glarian, an original noble in the town of Titledom. Original Nobles were called that because they were of the first set of Nobles that descended with Sir Ade, the founding fathers into Coronwall.

And now, since Coronwall became the town Titledom, they have been accorded better respect and position that few native Nobles and the ones who migrated there.

Only Noble blood could be Knighted, and so, David had joined the ranks of the Order of Titledom.

Being a Knight was not easy and being a Templar Knight was the hardest of it all. A Templar Knight wequired strength, will power, determination and skill as well as intense preserverance.

And in all totality, he himself had not attained all of it. But as result of the sudden battle with Galahead, all Knights in training, Squires they were called, were promoted. Knighted they became, and collectively, they raced into the fight.

It was the little preserverance he showed that made him become the emergency Marshall of the Order of Titledom.

However, the rank of a Marshal is not a rank so high in the rank of Knighthood but it was what was obtainable in the town due to it being a small town.

The highest rank was Templar Master/Commander and the Knight in that position was one in charge of a Fort or Stronghold or even a small Templar Town.

But, in the person of Lady Samantha, David frowns, she went against everything he had come to know as precepts of Knighthood.

And yet...

Hard as he did scrutinize, there was no logic to the sudden change in Lady Samantha's personality.

A fearful person was who she was known to be, bedridden with sickness and all sort of ailments, a sickler. As result, she was hidden behind the curtains, bound to stay indoors for as long as her bad health continued.

That was the Samantha he knew, the Samantha who was a total contrast to her sister , the first born of the Castle, Dominica.

But what he saw on the field was different. The Samantha he was protecting along with the rest of the Knights that remained out of Galahead's slaughter...

That Samantha was scared, frightened, the only hope of leadership for the defeated knights. He even had to deliver a battle ground justice to a Knight who dared spread panic amongst them.

He thought he was doing the right thing. Perhaps, it actually was the right thing.

But again, Perhaps, Lady Samantha actually never needed anyone to protect her.

'But, how did she manage to... The dragon... For someone who was always in doors, it didn't allow her to bond enough with the dragon for her to actually command it.'

No, things didn't work that way.

While the dragon by duty was to protect the family of the Prime Knight, of blessed memories, Sir Ade, it was not liable to actually do the bidding of anyone, not Samantha who was always indoors and locked.

Yet, the dragon did her bidding, making all of it perplexing.

The way she even handled Galahead. She fought with the.blade.like a seasoned Knight, fearlessly charging at Galahead when she previously never had any such training.

It was unbelievable.

Or perhaps, Samantha did it with the aid of Magic?

She had probably done that when he was not observing?

No... Magic could only be wielded and manipulated by one whose body was strong enough.

The magic of Will required a strong mind, Lady Samantha was depressed all of the times.

Even though, the Mana of Sorcerers required not much of a will power but focused on blood, it still required the person to have a body strong enough to retain the extended capability of magic in the human system.

David sighed, unmounting from the Horse while a Sentry held the reins.

'It all do not add up!' He sighs, taking in the sight of the Castle.

But he would not worry, David assured himself, he was here today to find just how all of it had happened.

His quest for answers would be answered today, that he was sure of.

Lady Samantha would tell him.

"Hey, David..." A feminine voice bursts into his thoughts and David frowns, realising he has been standing still, long after the Sentry left with the horse.

"Over here, Mister."

This time, David looks onwards, past the turrets and in to the arch walkways that ran the perimeter of the inner castle with a gaping mouth.

For, before his eyes, was Lady Samantha waving to him with a tender smile.

"How..?" David muttered, throwing a fist to his left chest in salute as was customary to Knights of Titledom while his mind wallowed in shock.

Even though he expected to see a recovered Lady Samantha, what he expected was someone weak and fatigued with aches all over, bedridden as usual.

Not this Samantha beckoning to him with a happy smile. And even more, the Steward and the Chamberlain walking a little behind her.

No, no, why would they allow her to be out here like this...

Had they now forgotten how poor health...

"What are you standing there for? Come here, Mister." Lady Samantha's voice sounded urgent and sharp, causing David to abandon his line of thoughts as he hurried over, crossing the distance in no time.

"My Lady..." David kowtowed, a knee to the ground while his head bows and a right fist to his left chest.

Samantha wears a bright yellow floral styled cinderalla sort of gown, her clothing being the only vibrant source of color amongst the people with her.

"Oh, come on... David... Stand. Just the one I needed to see. George said things are looking bad in the whole of Titledom. Tell me, how bad?" She says, her hands on his shoulders as her gold eyes drill into him.

"Ah..." David gave a fierce glance to the steward who shrugged simply, looking away. "It is as he says."

He found himself saying but deep within him, he boiled, furious.

How dare George try to involve her in the administration of Titledom?

Was he not aware of how the people would react if they find that the person in charge now was none other than Lady Samantha.

A sickler and a girl at that?

A girl?

His plan then was to take administration as the face of leadership but still collecting orders from Samantha. At least, until she got married or when she could appoint a Noble to be the next sole leader and Duke of Titledom

For all of the gods sake, girls were not expected to be leaders..

Never once...

It was an abomination!

"Tell me first, what is government style of Titledom?" Lady Samantha asks, sending a shock of surprise into himself and the people behind Samantha.

'Lady Samantha did not know the type of government here??' David frowned.