Post by The Stranger on Aug 5, 2008 10:21:15 GMT -5
It was Galahad's first time in the Great Sept of Baelor, as he walked into the Sept, next to Ser Malcolm Hardyng of the Vale. He was nervous, as butterflies fluttered under his white armor.
He was washed and bathed, completely clean. His hair was free from dirt or sweat, making it a much blonder color than he ever thought it would be, and his green eyes shone bright under the crystal light. The Royal Blacksmith had created him a pale white scabbard for his two swords, as his cape would fall between them.
On the first day, he prayed to the Mother, for nurture, leaving a loaf of bread at her feet.
On the second day, to the Father, for protection, as he left a token at his feet.
On the third day, he prayed to the Maiden, for compassion, and left a flower at her feet.
On the fourth day, he prayed to the Stranger, for a new beginning, leaving a piece of his old clothing at his feet.
On the fifth day, he prayed to the Smith, for fortitude, leaving a small hammer at his feet.
On the sixth day, he prayed to the Crone, for guidance, as he lit a candle at her feet.
On the seventh day, he prayed to the Warrior, for courage, as he left a shield at his feet.
As the seventh day finished, and both he and Ser Malcolm rose, and nodded to each other. They had spent seven days together, and despite the little communication, Galahad could feel they both felt a little more like brothers. The High Septon walked forwards then, incense burning and oils in his hand, as he walked towards them, eyes closed and praying in a low voice. Both men knelt before him, as they were anointed, and recited the vows they had memorized.
"I swear my life to the king, and his kin. To protect and guard his life, his loves, his lands, and his secrets until my death. I swear to hold no lands, that duty is my wife, and honor my maiden. I vow my life to the 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."
When they finished speaking, the High Septon continued to pray, low and deep, the crystal upon his brow shining the colors of the rainbow as the light beamed through the high windows. Galahad remained completely still, listening of his beloved Seven, as they peered down around him from their motionless and ageless positions. He would not let them down.
When the High Septon finished, the two men rose, standing tall and still. Galahad had a renewed sense of purpose. He meant something, and he would fulfill his purpose, with ever ounce of his soul.
Two boys came from behind the Septon, as they both walked around the two men, clasping capes of silk white to their armor. They were White Swords; Guardians; Brothers of the Kingsguard.
Result:
Ser Galahad and Ser Malcolm Hardyng are anointed into the Kingsguard.
He was washed and bathed, completely clean. His hair was free from dirt or sweat, making it a much blonder color than he ever thought it would be, and his green eyes shone bright under the crystal light. The Royal Blacksmith had created him a pale white scabbard for his two swords, as his cape would fall between them.
On the first day, he prayed to the Mother, for nurture, leaving a loaf of bread at her feet.
On the second day, to the Father, for protection, as he left a token at his feet.
On the third day, he prayed to the Maiden, for compassion, and left a flower at her feet.
On the fourth day, he prayed to the Stranger, for a new beginning, leaving a piece of his old clothing at his feet.
On the fifth day, he prayed to the Smith, for fortitude, leaving a small hammer at his feet.
On the sixth day, he prayed to the Crone, for guidance, as he lit a candle at her feet.
On the seventh day, he prayed to the Warrior, for courage, as he left a shield at his feet.
As the seventh day finished, and both he and Ser Malcolm rose, and nodded to each other. They had spent seven days together, and despite the little communication, Galahad could feel they both felt a little more like brothers. The High Septon walked forwards then, incense burning and oils in his hand, as he walked towards them, eyes closed and praying in a low voice. Both men knelt before him, as they were anointed, and recited the vows they had memorized.
"I swear my life to the king, and his kin. To protect and guard his life, his loves, his lands, and his secrets until my death. I swear to hold no lands, that duty is my wife, and honor my maiden. I vow my life to the 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."
When they finished speaking, the High Septon continued to pray, low and deep, the crystal upon his brow shining the colors of the rainbow as the light beamed through the high windows. Galahad remained completely still, listening of his beloved Seven, as they peered down around him from their motionless and ageless positions. He would not let them down.
When the High Septon finished, the two men rose, standing tall and still. Galahad had a renewed sense of purpose. He meant something, and he would fulfill his purpose, with ever ounce of his soul.
Two boys came from behind the Septon, as they both walked around the two men, clasping capes of silk white to their armor. They were White Swords; Guardians; Brothers of the Kingsguard.
Result:
Ser Galahad and Ser Malcolm Hardyng are anointed into the Kingsguard.