Post by The Stranger on Apr 20, 2008 16:32:56 GMT -5
Ser Mychel knelt in the Great Sept of Baelor atop Viseyna’s Hill in the capital. He wore the white scale armor that had been commissioned from a city blacksmith, and an empty scabbard hung on his back; his sword lay across an altar at the feet of the great shrine to the Warrior. He, and the other five men who were to become his Sworn Brothers, had done a vigil in the Great Sept for seven days and nights, praying for a full day before each aspect in turn. The Father, the Mother, the Warrior, the Crone, the Smith, and the Maiden for a day, and on the seventh day the High Septon came and anointed them with oils, as they knelt before him and said their vows.
“I swear my life to the king, and his kin. To protect and guard his life, his loves, his lands, his secrets until my death. I swear to hold no lands, that duty is my wife, and honor my maiden. My life for the King, Rickon of House Baratheon, the First of his Name, King of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm, until I die in his service.”
The High Septon spoke afterwards for several hours, about each of the aspects of God and how they related to protecting the King, while Ser Mychel bowed his head and was secretly wished that his armor’s knee-plates that were better padded on the inside. When the High Septon bid them, they rose as one, albeit stiffly, and six pages scurried up to pin pristine cloaks of white silk about their shoulders. Ser Mychel’s was clasped with a small lion’s claw of gold, and the six new Kingsguard turned to their Lord Commander who had waited patiently through the long rites, that he had already experienced at least once.
Ser Mychel stepped toward the Warrior’s shrine, taking his greatsword and easing it into the sheathe on his back. He turned back to Lord Commander Benfry, looking at him questioningly. “Who protects the King?”
Sers Mychel Hill, Galwyn Fell, Aemon Webber, Bertram Selmy, Jarmen Buckwell and Elwood Moonton become Sworn Brothers of the Kingsguard
Ser Mychel Hill gains beginner Pain Resistance
“I swear my life to the king, and his kin. To protect and guard his life, his loves, his lands, his secrets until my death. I swear to hold no lands, that duty is my wife, and honor my maiden. My life for the King, Rickon of House Baratheon, the First of his Name, King of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm, until I die in his service.”
The High Septon spoke afterwards for several hours, about each of the aspects of God and how they related to protecting the King, while Ser Mychel bowed his head and was secretly wished that his armor’s knee-plates that were better padded on the inside. When the High Septon bid them, they rose as one, albeit stiffly, and six pages scurried up to pin pristine cloaks of white silk about their shoulders. Ser Mychel’s was clasped with a small lion’s claw of gold, and the six new Kingsguard turned to their Lord Commander who had waited patiently through the long rites, that he had already experienced at least once.
Ser Mychel stepped toward the Warrior’s shrine, taking his greatsword and easing it into the sheathe on his back. He turned back to Lord Commander Benfry, looking at him questioningly. “Who protects the King?”
Sers Mychel Hill, Galwyn Fell, Aemon Webber, Bertram Selmy, Jarmen Buckwell and Elwood Moonton become Sworn Brothers of the Kingsguard
Ser Mychel Hill gains beginner Pain Resistance