That evening, Mhor Gaelin entertained his allies in the great hall of Caer Winoene with the most lavish feast he could arrange. Prince Vandiel, Seriene, and the leaders of the Dieman host attended, although Vandiel’s arm was in a sling.
The knights of Haelyn were there as well, but their mood was subdued; the high prefect had fallen in the fighting. Brother Superior Huire served as the leader of the Haelynite contingent, although he declined the title of high prefect until he could be installed in the Abbey of the Red Oak. Several of the Mhorien lords had perished as well, though Counts Torien and Ceried survived the day without hurt. For Gaelin, it felt as if a great burden had been lifted from his shoulders. Erin sat beside him during the feast, in the place reserved for the Mhor’s consort.
Despite the Mhor’s obvious involvement with his herald, Prince Vandiel still took the time to draw Gaelin aside and invite him to consider courting Seriene. “After all, she is a princess equal to your own station, and I greatly desire a more lasting union between our two ancient bloodlines,” he said.
“Princess Seriene is a woman of great beauty, intelligence, and charm,” Gaelin agreed. “But I am afraid my heart belongs to another. However, I understand your son is not engaged, and I will point out that my sister Ilwyn is a beautiful and charming girl. I’m not above a little matchmaking, if we’re not obvious about it.”
“Nor am I,” Vandiel agreed with a sly grin. “I shall plan a hunting trip up here in the fall, and bring Aeran along. We’ll see what happens.”
After the meal, Gaelin leaned over and kissed Erin. It seemed to him she had never been as radiant as she was at that moment. “Are you ready?” he asked.
“Ready? What are you talking about?”
“I’m going to announce our betrothal,” he said.
Erin covered her mouth with her hand, and her eyes widened. “Gaelin, you can’t! You don’t know…”
He caught her hand in his. “Do you want to be my wife?”
“They’ll never stand for it, Gaelin. You can’t marry a commoner!”
“Erin, I wouldn’t call you common. And you didn’t answer my question. If it didn’t matter, would you marry me?”
She held his eyes for a moment longer, and then her resistance gave out. “Yes. Yes, Gaelin, I would.”
He brushed a tear from her cheek. “Then let’s see what the lords of Mhoried have to say.” He stood up abruptly, and raised his voice to carry over the laughter and music in the hall. “Lords and ladies of Mhoried! Honored guests! I wish to announce that I have decided to take a wife.” The hall broke into wild cheers, as the gathered Mhoriens and Diemans applauded, and it was some time before it was quiet enough to continue. Gaelin paused dramatically. “I present the Lady Erin Graysong, the next queen of Mhoried!”
He didn’t have to be concerned. After a moment of surprise, Baesil Ceried stood and started to clap. Seriene stood a heartbeat later, her face streaked with tears, and joined the gruff old count. Slowly at first, but then with growing enthusiasm, the assembled lords, knights, and captains stood and cheered. As the hall resounded with their approval, Gaelin glanced down at Erin and offered his hand, lifting her to her feet. As she stood, the crowd roared and the applause rekindled.
He smiled at the shy blush on her face. “I told you,” he said.
“What would you have done if no one approved?” she asked.
Gaelin smiled and looked into her eyes. “I would have convinced them.” He turned back to the crowd, just in time to shake Baesil’s hand and accept the first of many congratulations.
Behind him, he noticed Princess Seriene step up to Erin and embrace her, her face shining with tears. He met Seriene’s eyes over Erin’s shoulder, and the princess gave him a nod of approval before slipping away.
“So, Mhor Gaelin. When’s the wedding?” Baesil said.
“I have no idea,” he replied. He thought about it. “There’s a Ghoeran garrison in Shieldhaven that I’ll have to take care of. Maybe I can talk them into leaving without a fight, if I offer them safe passage back to Ghoere. And then there are the Mhorien nobles who went over to Tuorel during the war.
I’ll have to do something about them. And we’re halfway through the summer, with barely any crops in the ground, and half our peasants and freeholders living wherever they can.” He shook his head and groaned. “How in the world am I ever going to get things straightened out again?”
Erin suddenly caught his arm from behind and reached up to kiss him, provoking another round of cheers from the assembled Mhoriens. “All that can wait,” she said. A Brief Timeline of Mhoried
Date Event
– 515 HC The Flight from Shadow. The human tribes of Aduria begin their migration to Cerilia. The Mhora, Third House of the Andu tribe, arrive and settle in the lands that will become Mhoried.
– 508 HC The first recorded Mhor, Maglan, swears before the Red Oak.
– 400 HC Height of the gheallie Sidhe. The Mhora fight against the elves and the goblin-kingdom of Kar-Durgar.
– 166 HC The Mhora raze Kar-Durgar, finally defeating the goblins. The lands between the Stonebyrn and the Maesil become known as Mhoried.
– 2 HC War of Shadow opens, as Azrai’s forces begin an assault on all of Cerilia.
0 HCBattle of Deismaar; Mhor Daegan slain in battle, but his son Raedan touched by the divine power.
1 HC Upon taking the oaths before the Red Oak, Mhor Raedan forges the link between Mhor and land.
70 HC Mhor Endira, granddaughter of Raedan, offers allegiance to Boeric Roele, formally incorporating Mhoried in the Anuirean Empire.
71 HC Birth of Thendiere Mhoried, son of Endira and Boeric. The Mhoried claim to the Iron Throne is traced through him.
229 HCPrince Raesene, the Gorgon, launches an invasion of Anuire that is repelled along the line of the Maesil.
500 HC Height of the Anuirean Empire.
502 HC The Gorgon attempts another invasion but fails to force the pass through Caerlinien in Cariele.
556 HCMhor Ulmaeric ascends to the throne. He becomes a powerful and unscrupulous sorcerer.
568 HCUlmaeric deposed by his sister, the Princess Fhiliera. She institutes practice of Mhorien heirs training with the Knights Guardian.
947 HC Emperor Hadrian Roele dies; Archduke Arwyn Boeruine attempts to seize the throne from Michael Roele, precipitating the War of Succession. Mhor Raedan III supports Michael’s claim.
959 HC Battle of Caer Daulton ends the War of Succession.
970 HCDeath of Michael Roele in the Gorgon’s Crown;
0 MR Mhor Raedan escapes from Battle of Kal-Saitharak. Beginning of Michaeline Reckoning.
65 MRMhor Caelwyn leads expeditionary force to aid Cariele against goblins of Thurazor.
77 MR Mhor Oervyn fortifies Torien’s Watch.
399 MR The Barony of Ghoere is formed from the old states of Ghieste and Bhalaene.
460 MR Birth of Gaelin Mhoried.
471 MR Baron Noered Tuorel comes to power in Ghoere.
476 MRDaen Roesone declares independence from Diemed.
484 MR Ghoere invades Elinie.
486 MR War between Ghoere and Mhoried, death of Mhor Daeric I. Beginning of the reign of Gaelin the Restorer.
528 MRGaelin Mhoried steps down in favor of his oldest son, Daeric II.
HC refers to the dating system of Haelyn’s Count. In this system, the Battle of Deismaar (and Haelyn’s ascension to godhood) is considered Year 0.
MR refers to Michaeline Reckoning. This system marks the end of the Roele line as Year 0, which would be 970 HC.