The two final competitors looked at one another. Lord Jacobson looked like he might have a hint of gnomish blood in him. Although I do not think he could prophecy anything besides his own fate in that match.
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SIr Balor ducked his head and left my challenge unanswered. His eyes darted around the room as if he really was afraid of my mother appearing.
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My Clan, the best clan, was honored next. Agnar, who I found near the back of the hall, took the cheers in his name with a polite nod to the room. The Clan of Bear would be honored by him and Benate no matter the final outcome.
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Sir John received his own round of applause that seemed more fevered than the ones before it. I think the group of courtiers around my mother led that cheer.
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The champions for the Clan of Stag were announced next. Sir Gavin gave Lord Jacobson a forceful congratulatory pat on the back that almost made Jacobson lose his footing. Sir Gavin truly was a frenzied puppy, happy for anyone and everyone around him.
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Maybe I should ask Sir Gavin if he encountered the Captain there. My cheeks hurt as my smile grew even larger at the thought of asking Sir Balor instead. Surely he had opinions he would not mind sharing.
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Carrion's less than enthusiastic clapping received sideways glances from those around him. Lady Calista forced a smile with eyes that shot daggers at her brother. He stiffened momentarily and squared his shoulders as his clap picked up its pace.
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I had seen this image before. All of us who visited the Gnomes at the border had seen this image before.
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"I am not sure he does, but he should," Lady Calista let slip before her hand covered her lips. She looked for a way out of what she said. "What I meant to say was…" She trailed off without finding an easy way to cover her faux pas. "Sadly exactly what I said."
The Four Swords
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