THE PARTY WAS in full swing, and it looked as though the peasants were going to make a night of it. Catharine and Tuan left their generals to watch over the field with ranks of soldiers encircling the celebrants and most of the off-duty troopers mingling with the peasants, helping keep the party merry. The king and queen went back into the castle, chatting as they went, marvelling over how well the day had ended and the wisdom their son had gained.
As they came through their own huge portal, Catharine said, "How amazing to have seen your brother and his son! But where did they go?"
"Here, Mother."
Startled, Catharine turned from her husband—and saw her younger son standing with his uncle and cousin, and before them, the strange knight who stood with his hands bound.
Catharine stopped, staring in surprise, but Tuan went past her, arms wide, a smile lighting his face. "Well met, brother! How wonderful, after so many years, to have you visit my home!"
Taken aback, Anselm stared, then managed a small smile. "I could wish it were for a happier occasion, Majesty."
"I too—but you did not attend my son's wedding, and I missed you sorely."
"I am an attainted traitor, Your Majesty!"
"Here at home, I am your brother Tuan and nothing else! Except, perhaps, your nephew's uncle." Tuan turned to Geordie and took his hand. "Welcome, George."
Geordie winced. "Please, Uncle! I am called Geordie now, a name I heartily prefer."
Tuan laughed. "Then well met, Geordie." He turned to the stranger knight with a frown. "But what is this gift you have brought me?"
"I am maligned!" Sir Orgon cried. "I am hauled here against my will, for no greater crime than …"
"Incitement to treason," Anselm finished grimly. "This man requested sanctuary at my home, Maj… brother, then sought to persuade me to lead another rebellion against you—and if the High Warlock had not spoken for my son, and your Diarmid not pardoned his poaching, I would have led the lords against you indeed!"
Catharine turned on him indignantly, but before she could speak, Tuan said, "Instead, you have brought the traitor to me—but what is this about poaching?" He turned to Geordie with a frown.
"The crops failed," Diarmid explained.
"My tenants would have starved in the winter!" Geordie protested. "I could not wait until their faces turned gaunt before I sought remedy—and why see them hungry when there was a forest full of game?"
"Then you should have asked your duke for permission to hunt," Tuan said. "I am sure he would have given it."
"Still, he broke the law," Anselm said, "but it was the Lord Warlock who convinced your son Diarmid that that law did not intend people's starvation."
"Of course it did not!" Catharine said indignantly. "It meant only that there should be deer for the lords to hunt."
"An unjust law," Sir Orgon cried, "but no reason to rebel."
"That is not how he spoke when my son stood in chains," Anselm said grimly.
Tuan turned to the man impatiently. "We shall hear your case on the morrow. For now, I wish to talk with my brother. Guards! See this man accommodated in our finest dungeon!"
"I am a knight!" Sir Orgon protested.
"We shall discuss the truth of that statement tomorrow, too." Tuan nodded to the guards, and they hauled Sir Orgon away, protesting every inch of the way.
"So you pardoned your cousin," Tuan said.
"I was overwhelmingly relieved that the Lord Warlock gave me good reason," Diarmid said, "for I was caught between the evil of favoring a kinsman, and the greater evil of hanging him."
"So instead of hanging," Catharine said to Geordie, "you came to join us for battle—and played the peacemaker!"
"I could not see my own peasant folk slain only for asking justice, Your Majesty," Geordie answered, "but I would never have fought against you."
"Instead, you stood by your cousin and helped him turn a bloody battle into a celebration." Catharine nodded and turned to her younger son. "It is well you were able to mete out justice instead of blind adherence to the law."
"Thank you, Mother." Diarmid smiled. "I, though, must thank the Lord Warlock."
"So I shall, when next I see him." Catharine turned back to Geordie with a frown. "You hold your lands enfeoffed from your father?"
"I do," Geordie said, "though I think myself only his steward."
"Far more, surely!" Anselm protested.
"Well, I think I do the job well enough," Geordie said with a smile for his father, then to the Queen again, "My tenants, at least, call me 'squire.'"
"I am sure your father has given you the warlike training that title requires," Tuan said.
"Of course," Anselm said impatiently. "He can fight as well as any knight—or any peasant, as our father taught us, Tuan." He forced a smile. "Perhaps I should not have taught him skill with the bow."
"Then he would have slain his deer with a sling," Tuan said. "He has certainly proved himself worthy of the title."
"He has proved his courage in battle this day," Catharine said with a smile, and caught Tuan's hand.
"Aye," Tuan agreed. "Running into the midst of the fray to defend your own was indeed a brave act."
"But all there were my own!"
"Well spoken," the Queen said, and gave her husband a meaningful glance. Tuan nodded and turned back to his nephew, drawing his sword.
"How now, brother!" Anselm cried, his hand on his own hilt.
"You stand as his sponsor, do you not?" Tuan asked.
"His sponsor? What… ?"
"I am sure he does," Diarmid said, "and so do I."
"Then kneel, Squire George."
Geordie winced but had the good sense not to protest the use of his full name as he knelt.
Tuan touched his left shoulder with the flat of the blade, then arced it over his head to touch the right as he said, "I hereby dub thee knight." Then he lifted the sword and stepped in to give his nephew a clout that rocked his head.
Through the ringing in his ears, Geordie heard his king say, "Rise, Sir George, and be as loyal as you have been, loyal to both man and master forever more."
Geordie stood, dazed, and Anselm stammered, "Brother … my Queen … I had not thought…"
"Do so," Catharine advised. "We shall repeat this ceremony with greater pomp, but it shall not change his nobility." To Geordie, she said, "You shall bring your wife to meet us as soon as you may."
"Majesty," Geordie said with a gulp, "I will."
"There is another matter to consider, Mother," Diarmid said.
"Yes, my son?" Catharine frowned.
"He has proven his courage but also his concern for his people," Diarmid said. "Might I suggest he should have a title greater than knight?"
"Indeed!" Catharine said. "And whose estates should he hold—yours?"
"Exactly," Diarmid said.
Catharine stared, stunned.
Tuan smiled. "You really do wish to spend your days among your books, do you not?"
"Administering a duchy takes so much time," Diarmid complained.
"Be sure, sir, that I shall not let you fritter your time away!" Catharine said indignantly.
"Still," Tuan said, "there are other positions than duke that our Diarmid could fulfill, but that few others can."
"Majesties—I did not come here seeking preferment," Geordie protested.
"No, you came to serve your Queen," Catharine said, "and so you shall." She turned to Anselm with a frown. "I cannot restore an attainted traitor, even one who has proven his loyalty—but I can restore the son to the rank that should have been his by birth." She turned to Geordie. "Kneel again, sir."