Vaehandre: Where The Stars Fall [Under Revision]

Chapter 21: Balmy Hours

[Photo: Crimson sacrifice by DamianKzywonos]
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On the sixth day since the commanders rode out, Aiden's armor was ready. The blacksmith had sent a squire to fetch Aiden.

There it was in the dimly lit forge, showcased on its stand: armor made of unbreakable steel. Its dominant color was that of white with gold outlining the edges. It was half a breastplate with banded mail to protect the abdomen and to give more mobility. The pauldrons on his shoulders would broaden his already broad shoulders. The helmet had a movable visor; it would form the shape of a 'v' once in place. His cape was now the color of purity, to fit his title.

Aiden did not know if he was to feel joy or apprehension. A part of him saw the greatness and honor of what his title meant, but there was this fear of disappointing the people who brought him up to be the White Knight. The future was bound to him. Hopes and dreams rested on his shoulders. He allowed himself to think of the best and the worst.

Unaware of the blacksmith waiting for discernment on his work, Aiden stammered to compliment, "Your work never disappoints, good sir."

"Try it on if there are adjustments to be made. Best get them out of the way now before you leave for the camps."

Aiden put it on, barely even smiling, feeling unworthy.

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Meanwhile, The rest of the knights loaded caravans with their weapons and artillery.

The eldest squires were given final instructions by their teachers. Brum talked to Tristan.

"Watch over the other lads. If and I hope it never comes to it, but if they light the beacon of surrender, ride out with all haste. This castle is closest to the dark forest's front," Brum said to the anxious boy.

"Understood, Sire," Tristan said with a nod.

"Farewell, and may the North Star guide you." Brum walked away backwards.

"And your path be true," replied Tristan.

Brum reached the stables. There he glimpsed Ingrid's ash-blond hair in a line of healers about to step in a carriage parked near the gates. "Have you retrieved all you need, my lady?"

"Yes, Sir Brum. All is well here."

He held her hand and kissed it. "I'll find you in the camps."

Ingrid smiled. Her face was flushed.

The other healers giggled sillily.

After stooping low for a bow, Brum made his way back to the stables to mount his horse.

Trotting down the slope, Brum caught up with Aiden, who was deep in thought. "Where's the new armor White Knight?" he asked.

Aiden's pondering was interrupted. "There's no need to fuss about it. It's in Alistair's carriage. For safekeeping," he replied.