Before the female gully dwarf could enjoy her triumph, a low brown blur dashed in and tossed the gully dwarf free of the bone. The female gully dwarf climbed to her feet and snarling, faced her attacker.
"Gulpfunger spawn," she spat. She shook the nap of hair from her eyes.
She cringed when she saw her opponent. "Uh oh," she said. Her face grew pale, and she quickly glanced around for an escape route.
"That right, Gerde!" shouted the rat-skin-capped gully dwarf who had earlier drawn the attention of Lord Gunthar and Sir Liam Ehrling. "How many times I tell you, no bite my friends the dogs?"
"Don't know," squeaked Gerde. "Two?"
"Two and two and two!" he answered.
Without warning, a silver cup whistled by the rat-skin capped one, splashing him with wine. He ducked, too late to do any good as he'd already been missed, but Gerde took that opportunity to escape. Meanwhile, the male gully dwarf, forgotten in the commotion, slunk away with the bone.
A Knight directly opposite him stood, his face red with anger, his auburn Solamnic mustaches trembling. "You miserable little rat!" the Knight shouted. "You cost me a small fortune just now! I'll teach you to break up a contest on which I've wagered." The Knight reached across the table for a heavy silver meat platter. The gully dwarf curled into a ball on the floor.
"Sir Limpole!" Gunthar roared as he leaped to his feet. The Knight stopped with the tray poised above his head.
He eyed the elderly Grand Master. "Put down that tray this instant," Gunthar growled.
"Put it down, I say!" Gunthar shouted when the Knight did not immediately obey. Slowly now, Sir Limpole returned the tray to the table. Gunthar glared across the room at the young Knight of the Sword.
"Consider yourself under sanction, young man, until we can convene a general chapter to review your actions," Gunthar said. A gasp escaped most of the Knights gathered at the feast.
"My lord, I must protest!" the young Knight shrieked in his surprise. "He's… he's only a gully dwarf!"
Liam leaned closer to Gunthar and said in a low voice, "My lord, you can't mean… "
But Gunthar did not hear him. "Only a gully dwarf! Only a gully dwarf!" he cried, he jaw muscles quivering. He pushed back his chair and strode around the end of the table, down the steps of dais, and over to the cringing gully dwarf. Though elderly, Gunthar's steps were still sure and confident, energetic, not faltering or hesitant. Only the shaking of his hands and the slight nodding of his graying head betrayed his advanced age. He stepped between the gully dwarf and Sir Limpole.
"This gully dwarf is the master of my hounds," Gunthar said.
"My lord, I do apologize," Limpole began, but Gunthar cut him off.
"Servant of this household or not, it matters not. He is weaker than you, and you are bound by honor, Sir Knight, to protect him, never to attack him," Gunthar said. "I have been lenient to a fault with the lot of you, as Sir Liam will testify." He turned slowly to gaze at all the gathered Knights as he continued. Few met his eyes, and those who did quickly looked away.
"Many times, I have let slide your lack of respect for your elders and your betters. When others would have you punished for your insolence, I have argued for leniency. But what Sir Limpole has done here tonight betrays a marked deficiency. Such matters must come before a general chapter for discussion and judgment. These are not my rules. They are the rules of the order to which you all belong."
He turned then to look down at the gully dwarf cringing on the floor. "This little fellow displayed great honor and courage by confronting one of his own kind to protect his charge-the hound. I wonder how many of you would have done the same," he said. At these words, a low mutter circled the room. Sir Quintayne rose from his chair.
"Lord Gunthar, these are strong words. What Sir Limpole did is unconscionable, but to compare a blooded Knight with a gully dwarf… why it's… it's simply preposterous," Quintayne said.
"Is that so, Sir Knight?"
"There is no comparison. Gully dwarves are notorious cowards. They are weak, cruel, and selfish. They'll sell out their own people if they think it will save their own miserable hides, not to mention the treachery they display when it comes to other races. Only their staggering stupidity keeps them from being a danger to us all. Even a brave man must fear a coward," Quintayne argued.
"Who here can honestly say the same despicable traits are not present in much of the human race? They are present in abundance, even within the Knighthood. There are some of you here tonight who would sell out all your fellows just to preserve your own lives, some who would do anything to revenge an imagined wrong. Some might even kill their own brothers if it increased their power," Gunthar said.
He turned to the gully dwarf. "Stand up, my boy Don't be afraid." Slowly, the terrified gully dwarf rose to his feet, but he shrank as best he could behind Gunthar's legs, clinging to the old man's knees and not daring to face the stern looks of the gathered Knights.
Gathering his courage, Sir Limpole said, "There are some here who would say you care more for these vermin than you do your own Knights, Lord Gunthar."
"I do care for my gully dwarves a great deal, especially this one. They are weak and deserve our protection. If you doubt the honor of this one, I will tell you more about him and let you judge for yourselves," Gunthar said.
"Lord Gunthar, consider what you are saying," Liam said. More and more, angry looks were turned upon the elderly Grand Master as he stood beside the gully dwarf.
"I have considered it, Liam." He turned to face the others and said in a loud voice, "Knights, I present to you Uhoh Ragnap, esquire, of the race of Aghar dwarves. Uhoh is master of my hounds, with all the duties and responsibilities attendant to that position. On this day, when one of my hounds was come under threat of physical harm, Squire Uhoh defended the hound against one of his own kind, another gully dwarf. What say you? Were the actions of Squire Uhoh honorable and commendable as is fitting for a squire to a Knight?"
A roar of outrage answered the Grand Master. Quintayne pounded the table and shouted, "Lord Gunthar, be reasonable. Surely you aren't suggesting a gully dwarf be admitted as squire into the Knights of Solamnia?" Liam Ehrling merely placed his face in his hands and sighed. Arguments broke out all around the room and continued unabated for many minutes.
Slowly, Gunthar's head drooped. He seemed to wilt with age before their very eyes. He heard some calling for his resignation, some saying he had surely lost his mind and was no longer fit to lead the Knights. But amidst the tumult, he heard one voice calling, "Yea, yea!" He searched the crowd until he found the lone dissenter. It was a young man from Tarsis, a Knight of the Sword. For the most part ignored by those around him, this one Knight stood and repeated his answer to Gunthar's question. Gunthar's spirits rose.
"Sir Ellinghad," Gunthar shouted until the din subsided. "Sir Ellinghad. What say you?"
"I say yea, the gully dwarf's actions were honorable," Ellinghad affirmed.
"There you have it!" Gunthar shouted, but before anyone could answer, he turned to another. "Lady Meredith, Lord High Clerist, what say you?"
"The gully dwarf's actions were… yes, they were honorable," she began. Again, shouts of disapproval arose, but she pounded the table with her fist until they quieted. "Yes, the gully dwarf performed honorably, but I must agree with my peers in this matter, Lord Gunthar. You cannot mean to admit a gully dwarf into our ranks."
"That is not what I intended," Gunthar said. He reached down and patted the gully dwarf on the top of his rat-skin cap. "Uhoh is brave and honorable for a gully dwarf, but he is not, nor could he ever be, a Knight."