Lord Garrison was rcifully easy to find. Since his clan guarded the royal family most of the ti, the Clan of Falcon had an office used by their Swordsman located inside the palace.
My n often sent reports on worn pieces of parchnt or at least that was the way I received them. A pang of jealousy ran through my heart as I spotted the neatly organized clean and crisp papers that my counterpart surveyed.
"Lord Garrison, do you have a mont?" I inquired from the doorway.
Lord Garrison put down his reports in surprise. He did not seem to notice my presence.
"Yes. By all ans. Take a seat, Lord Holden. I have been aning to speak to you as well." Lord Garrison graciously motioned to the chair his subordinates would take on the other side of his desk. I closed the door to the office behind before taking a seat.
The rigid man seed to be made of sharp angles and formality. I vaguely recall thinking such things during etings, but rarely spent much ti with him outside of a group setting. I always attributed his polished deanor to the auspiciousness of the occasion.
"You've been aning to speak with too?" I found myself thrown off not only by my observations, but by his desire to see .
"Yes, but my line of questioning is more on a personal level. Considering you have not darkened this doorstep before except possibly on matters of state, I can only assu that we should speak of the kingdom first?" Lord Garrison questioned with the slightest hint of a polite smile.
I do not know how the man sat so straight or spoke with barely a movent besides the gentle motions of his lips. Sohow seeing the Swordsman in this state, made better understand Sir Gavin's wish to be perfect.
"Quite right. The Queen requests your attendance at a Swordsman eting tomorrow," I started before getting distracted by an ornant on Garrison's desk.
My father used to make wooden carvings for his own amusent. Lord Garrison displayed one of the creations on his desk in the shape of a falcon clutching his prey.
"It seems odd that she would send a Swordsman to do the job of a ssenger boy," Lord Garrison brought back to the present mont.
"Forgive . I have not fully explained myself. Lord Bleddyn will not be in attendance and this eting is not for the general public to know about. Excuse the secrecy, but that is the reason no ssenger besides myself was trusted," I hurriedly explained as the man sohow sat even taller.
Lord Garrison let his left eyebrow twitch montarily out of place. I supposed that was the closest he got to having shock written all over his face.
"I see. Thank you for informing . Is that all?" Lord Garrison slowly asked.
"Queen Valerie would also like to hold a tournant in two weeks' ti. She would like to know the nas of two champions from your clan who would like to participate." I breathed deep. My duties were almost complete.
"Ah. That brings us to my topic of concern." A composed Swordsman segued beautifully.
The tournant was only decided within the hour. Lord Garrison already had questions. I was lost and I am sure it was written across my face.
"As you know, my son will inherit my position as is the custom in the Clan of Falcon. I would prefer he be one of my clan's champions." Lord Garrison took charge as if I could understand where this conversation was going. "I know my son is young and at tis reckless..."
I barely kept my jaw from dropping. I could not think of a less apt word for Sir Gavin. He seed the picture of annoying responsibility. He might even be more mature than , which might add to his obnoxiousness.
"But I was hoping you would tell your opinion of his behavior, as well as that of my nephew, on your expedition to the gnos? Possibly they both could be worthy champions?" Lord Garrison offered.
Sothing in now felt as though that beautiful wood carving appeared on the Swordsman's desk to appeal to my sense of family loyalty. Everyone likes to hear good things about their own children.
"Sir Gavin always strove to be the best companion and party mber possible. I even heard from my own mother today that he has been helping farrs in my town. He always tried to learn all that he could," I bit my tongue before I said anything about how off putting I found that particular quality since I was attempting to be kind.
Lord Garrison took a mont to scrutinize my expression. "Do you think two weeks is enough for him to learn to fully respect those outside of our clan? I fear I may have not taught him enough here."
"I think your son will be a fitting champion for the mighty Clan of Falcon," I left off my inner thoughts about the matter. I would not mind crossing blades against the golden child for my own amusent.
"And what of my nephew? Has he learned much?" Lord Garrison pressed.
"I do not think the lessons your nephew needs to learn can be taught to an unwilling student," I approached the topic as diplomatically as I could.Garrison's shoulders slumped for the first ti.
"He is kind of a..." I saw Lord Garrison pick and abandon several words before completing his thought, "difficult student. Is he not?"
"On that front we agree."
"Let us both hope for the sake of the kingdom that Gavin can soday produce an heir. Otherwise the kingdom is dood to have him next in line for the Sword," Lord Garrison motioned toward the hilt as his side.
My eyes grew wide. "Let us hope that Sir Gavin's leadership and line continue for many years to co."
Lord Garrison smiled, "In that case, please send word to your mother that my son is needed in the city for the tournant."
Sohow I thought being a Swordman would not require to be everyone's ssenger boy.
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