Yes, Tanis sighed. I .can imagine Sturm. Dear friend, I never realized how much I depended on you-your courage, your ' n.o.ble spirit. Are you alive. my friend?

Did you reach Sancrist safely? Are you now the knight in body that you have alwaysbeen in spirit? Will we meet again, or have we parted never tomeet in this life-as Raistlin predicted? The group rode on. 'The day grew darker, the storm wilder. ' Riverwind dropped back :o ride beside Goldmoon. Tika tied her horse behind the wagon and crawled up to sit near Caramon. Inside the wagon. Raistlin slept.

Tanis rode alone, his head bowed, has thoughts far away.

258.

the Knights trials.

d-finally," said Derek in a law and measured voice, "I accuse Sturm Brightblade of cowardice in the face of the enemy:'

A low murmur ran through the a.s.semblage of knights gathered in the castle of Lord Gunthar. Three knights: seated at the ma.s.sive black oak table in front of the a.s.sembly. leaned their heads together to confer in low tones.

Gong ago, the three seated'' at this Knights Trials-as pre scribed by the Measure-would have beer the Grand blaster, the High Clerist, and the High Justice. But at this time there was no Grand Master. There had not been a High Clerist since the time of the Cataclysm. And while the High Justice-Lard Alfred MarKenin-was present, his hold on that position was tenuous at best.

Whoever became the new Grand Master had leave to replace him.

Despite these vacancies in the Head of the Order, the business of the Knights must continue. Though not strong enough to claim the coveted position of Grand Master, Lord Gunthar Uth Wistan was strong enough to act in that role. And so he sat here today, at the beginning of the Yuletide season, in judgment on this young squire, Sturm Brightblade. To his right sat Lord Alfred, to his left, young Lord Michael JeofErey, filling in as High Clerist.

Facing them, in the Great Hall of Castle Uth Wistan, were twenty other Knights of Solamnia who had been hastily gathered from all parts of Sancrist to sit .as witnesses to this Knights Trials-as prescribed by the Measure. These now muttered and shook their heads as their leaders conferred.

From a table directly in (rant of the three Knights Seated in Judgment, Lord Derek rose and bowed to Lord Gunthar.His testimony had reached its end. There remained now only the Knight's Answer and the Judgment itself. Derek returned to his place among the other knights, laughing and talking with them.

Only one person in the hall was silent. Sturm Brightblade sat unmoving throughout all of Lord Derek Crownguard's d.a.m.ning accusations. He had heard charges of insubordination, failure to obey orders, masquerading as a knight-and not a word or murmur had escaped him. His face was carefully expressionless, his hands were clasped an the top of :he table.

Lord Gunthar's eyes were on Sturm now, as they had been throughout the Trials.

He began to wonder if the man was even still alive, so fixed and white was his face, so rigid his posture. Gunthar had seen Sturm flinch only once. At the charge of cowardice, a shudder convulsed the man's body. The loos on his face .

. . well, Gunthar recalled seeing that same look once previously-on a man who had just been run through by a spear. But Sturm quickly regained his composure.

Gunthar was so interested in watching Brightblade that 6.e nearly lost track of the conversation of the two knights next to him. He caught only the end a6 Lord Alfred's sentence.

". . . not allow Knight's Answer:'

.'Why not?" Lord Gunthar asked sharply, though keeping his voice low. "It is his right according to the Measure:'

"We have never had a case like this;" Lord Alfred, Knight of the Sword, stated flatly. "Always before, when a squire has been brought up before the Council of the Order to attain his knighthood, there have been witnesses, many witnesses.

He is given an opportunity to explain his reasons far his actions. No one ever questions that he committed the acts. But Brightblade's only defense-"

"Is to tell us that Derek lies;' finished Lord Michael Jeoffrey Knight of the Crown. "Arid that is unthinkable. To take the word of a squire over a Knight of the Rose!" "Nonetheless, the young man will have his say;" Lord Gunthar said, glancing sternly at each of the men. "That is the Law according to the Measure. Do either of you question it?"

"No, of course not. But-"

-very well:' Gunthar smoothed his moustaches and, leaning forward, tapped gently on the wooden table with the hilt of the sword-Sturm's sword-that lay upon it.

The other two knights exchanged looks behind his back, one raising his eyebrows; the other shrugging slightly. Gunthar was aware of this, as he was aware of all the covert scheming and plotting now pervasive in the Knighthood. He chase to ignore it.

Not yet strong enough to claim the vacant position of Grand Master, but still the strongest and most powerful of the knights currently seated an the Council, Gunthar had been forced to ignore a great deal of what he would have-in another day and age-quashed without hesitation.. He expected this disloyalty of Alfred MarKenin-the knight had long been in Derek's campbut he was surprised at Michael, whom he had thought loyal to him. Apparently Derek had gotten to him, too.

Gunthar watched Derek C:rownguard as the knights returned to their places. Derek was the only rival with the rroney and backing capable of claiming the rank of Grand Master. Hoping to earn additional votes, Derek had eagerly volunteered to undertake the perilous quest in search of the legendary dragon orbs. Gunthar was given little choice but to agree. If he had refused, he would appear frightened of Derek's growing power. Derek was undeniably the most qualified-if one strictly followed the Measure. But Gunthar, who had known Derek a long time, would have prevented his going if he could have-not because he feared the knight but because he truly did not trust him. The man was vainglorious and powerhungry, and-when it came down to it-Derek's first loyalties lay to Derek.

And now it appeared that Derek's successful return with a dragon orb had won the day. It had brought many knights into his camp who had been heading that direction anyway and actually enticed away some in Gunther's s own faction. The only ones who opposed him still were the younger knights in the lowest order of the Knighthood-Knights of the Crown.

These young men had little use for the strict and rigid interpretation of the Measure that was life's blood to tire older knights. They pushed far change-and had been severely chasr tened by Lard Derek Crownguard. Some came close to losing their knighthood. These young knights were firmly behind Lord Gunthar.

Unfortunately, they were few in number and, for the most part, had more loyalty than money. The young knights had, however, adopted Sturm's cause as their own.

But this was Derek crownguard's master stroke, Gunthar thought bitterly. With one slice of his sword, Derek was going to get rid of a man he hated and his chief rival as well.

Lord Gunthar was a well-known friend of the Briightblade family, a friendship that traced back generations. It was Gunthar who had advanced Sturm's claim when the young man appeared out of nowhere five years before to seep his father and his inheritance. Sturm bad been able, with letters from his mother, to prove his right to the Brightblade name. A few insinuated this had been accomplished on the wrong side of the sheets, but Gunthar quickly squelched those rumors. The young man was obviously the son of his old friend-that much could be se-en in Sturm's face. By backing Sturm, however;, the lord was risking a great deal.

Gunthar's. gaze went to Derek, walking among the knights= smiling and shaking hands. Yes, this trial was making himLord Gunthar Ugh Wistan-appear a foal.

Worse still, Gunthar thought sadly, his eyes returning to= Sturm, it was probably going to destroy the career of what he believed to be a very fine man, a man worthy o$ walking his father's path.

"Sturm Brightblade;" Lord Gunthar said when silence descended on the hall, "you have heard the accusations made against you?" "I have, my lord," Sturm answered. His deep voice echoed eerily in the hall.

Suddenly a log in the huge fireplace behind Gunthar split, sending a flare of heat and a shower of sparks up the chimney. Gunthar paused while the servants hustled in efficiently to add more wood. When the servants were gone, he continued the ritual questioning.

"Do you, Sturm Brightblade, understand the charges made against you, and do you further understand that these are grievous charges and could cause this Council to find you unfit for the knighthood?"

"I do;" Sturm started to reply. His voice brake. Coughing, he repeated more firmly, "I do, my lord:'

Gunthar smoothed his moustaches, trying to think how to lead into thus, knowing that anything the young man said against Derek was going to reflect badly upon Sturm himself.

"How old are you, Brightblade?" Gunthar asked.

Sturm blinked at this unexpected question.

"Osier thirty I believe?" Gunthar continued, musing.

"Yes, my lard," Sturm answered.

'And. from what Derek tells us about your exploits in Ice Wall Castle, a skilled warrior-"

I newer denied that, my lord;' Derek said, rising to his feet once again. His voice was tinged with impatience.

"Yet you accuse him of cowardice;' Gunthar snapped. "If my memory serves me correctly, you stated that when the clue attacked" he refused to obey your order to fight."

Derek's face was flushed. "May I remind your :lordship that I am not on trial-"

"You charge Brightblade with cowardice an the face of the enemy;' Gunthar interrupted. "It has been many years since the elves ware our enemies:"

Derek hesitated. The other knights appeared uncomfortable. The elves were members of the Council of Whites-tone, but then were not allowed a vote. Because of the discovery of the dragon orb, the elves would be attending the upcoming Council, and it would never do to have word get back to them that the knights considered them enemies.

"Perhaps 'enemy is too strong a word, my lord:' Derek recovered smoothly. "If I am at fault, it is simply that I am being forced to go by what is written in the Measure. At the time I speak of, the elves-though not our enemies in point of fact-were doing everything in their power to prevent us from bringing the dragon orb to Sancrist. Since this was my mission-and the elves opposed it-I therefore am forced to define them as 'enemies'-according to the Measure."

Slick b.a.s.t.a.r.d, Gunthar thought grudgingly.

With a bow to apologize for speaking out of turn, Derek sat down again. Many of the older knights nodded in approval.

"It also says in the Measure;' Sturm said slowly, "that we are not to take life needlessly, that we fight only in defense-either our own or the defense of others. The elves did not threaten our lives. At no time were we in actual physical danger."

"They were shooting arrows at you, man!" Lord Alfred struck the table with his gloved hand.

"True, my lord;' Sturm replied, "but all know the elves are expert marksmen. If they had wanted to kill us, they would not have been hitting trees!"

"What do you believe would have happened if you had attacked the elves?" Gunthar questioned.

"The results would have been tragic in my view, my lord;"

Sturm said, his voice soft and low. "Far the first time in generations, elves and humans would be killing each other. I think the Dragon Highlords would have laughed:'

Several of the young knights applauded. Lord Alfred glared at them, angry at this serious breach o the Measure's rules of conduct. "Lard Gunthar, may I remind: you that Lord Derek Crownguard is not on trial here. He has proven his valor time and again upon the field of battle.

I think we may safely take his word for what is an enemy action anti , what isn't. Sturm Brightblade, do you say that the charges made against you by Lord Derek Crownguard are false?"

"My lord," Sturm ~began, licking his lips which were cracked; and dry, "I do nor. say the knight has lied. I saga however. that: he has misrepresented me:'

"To what purpose?" Lord Michael asked.

Sturm hesitated. "I would prefer not to answer that, my lord;" he said so quietly that many knights in the (back row could not hear and called for Gunthar to repeat the question. He did so and received the same reply-this time louder.

''On what grounds do you refuse to answer that question, Brightblade?" Lord Gunthar asked sternly.

'Because-according to the Measure-it impinges on the honor of the Knighthood;'

Sturm replied.

Lord Gunthar's face was grave. "That is a serious charge. Making it, you realize you have no one to stand with you in evidence?'

"I do, my lord;" Sturm answered, "and that is why I prefer not to respond."

"If I command you to speak?"

"That, of course, would be different:'

"Then speak, Sturm Brightblade. This is an unusual situation, and I do not see haw we can make a fair judgment without hearing everything. Why do you believe Lord Derek Crownguard misrepresents you?"

Sturm's face flushed. Clasping and unclasping has hands, he raised his eyes and looked directly at the three knights who sat in judgment on him. His case was lost, he knew that. He would never be a knight, never attain whale had been dearer to him than life itself. To have lost it through fault of his own would have been bitter enough, but to lose it lake this was a festering wound. And so he spoke the words that he knew would make Derek his. .h.i.tter enemy for the rest of his days.

"I believe Lord Derek Crownguard misrepresents me in an effort to Further his own ambition, my lord:"

Tumult broke out. Derek was on his Feet. His friends restrained him forcibly, or he would have attacked Sturm in the Council Hall. Gunthar hanged the sword hilt for artier and eventually the a.s.sembly quieted down, but :not before Derek had challenged Sturm to test his honor in the field..

Gunthar stared at the knight coldly.

"You know, Lord Derek, that in this-a declared time of war-the contests of honour are forbidden: Come to order or I'll have you expelled from this a.s.sembly."

Breathing heavily, his face splotched with red, Derek relapsed back into his seat.

Gunthar gave the a.s.sembly a few more moments to settle down, then resumed. "Have you anything more to say in your defense, Sturm Brightblade?"

"No, my lord;' Sturm said.

"Then you may withdraw while this matter is considered:'

Sturm rose and bowed to the lords. Turning, he bowed to the a.s.sembly. Then he left the room, escorted by two knights who led him to an antechamber. Here, the two knights, not unkindly, left Sturm to himself. They stood near the closed door, talking softly of matters unrelated to the trial.

Sturm sat on a bench at the far end of the chamber. He appeared composed and calm, but it was all an act. He was determined not to let these knights see the tumult in his soul. It was hopeless, he knew. Gunthar's grieved expression told him that much. But what would the judgment be? Exile, being stripped of lands and wealth? Sturm smiled bitterly. He had nothing they could take from him. He had lived outside of Solarnnia so long, exile would) be meaningless. Death? He would almost welcome that. Anything was better than this hopeless existence, this dull throbbing pain.

Hours pa.s.sed. The murmur of three voices rose .and fell from within the corridors .around the hall, sometimes angrily. Most of the other knights had gone out, since only the three as Heads of the Council could pa.s.s judgment. The other knights were split into differing factions.

The young knights spoke openly of Sturm's n.o.ble bearing, his acts of courage, which even Derek could not suppress. Stu rm was right in not fighting the elves.

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Arguments raged most of the afternoon. '

Then, near evening, a small silver bell rang.

"B rightblade;" said one of the knights.

Sturm raised )his head. "Is it time?" The knight nodded.

Sturm bowed hi=_ head for a moment asking Paladine for courage. Then the rose to his feet. He and )his guards waited for the other knights to reenter and be seated. He knew that they were learning the verdict as soon as they entered.

Finally, the two knights detailed as escort opened the door and motioned for Sturm to enter. He walked into the Hall, the knights following behind. Sturm's gaze went at once to the table before Lord Gunthar.

The sword of his father-a sword that legend said was pa.s.sed down from Berthel Brightblade himself; a sword that would break only if its master brake-lay an the table. Sturm's eyes went to the sword. His head dropped to hide the burning :ears in his eyes.

Wreathed around the blade was the ancient symbol of guilt-black roses.

"Bring the man, Sturm Brightblade, forward," called Lord Gunthar.

The man, Sturm Brightblade, not the knight! thought Sturm in despair. Then he remembered Derek. His head came up swiftly, proudly, as he blinked away his tears. Just as he would have hidden his pain from his enemy an the field of battle, so he was determined to hide it now from Derek. Throwing back his head defiantly; his eyes an Lord Gunthar and an no one else, the disgraced squire walked for-ward to stand before the three officers of the Order to await his fate.

"Sturm Brightblade, we have found you guilty. We are prepared to render judgment. Are you prepared to receive it?"

"Yes, my lord:' Sturm said tightly.

Gunthar tugged his moustaches a sign that the men who had served with him recognized. Lord Gunthar always tugged his mcustaches just before riding into battle.