(NOTE: As in the previous post, if things don't make some sense, it's because this is the order I got everything in...and it was a long complicated thread to follow. Enjoy)

Oberon stands up and everyone is old medieval fashion stands too.

"Mother, Father, my Queen, My Children, My Gentle Nobles, Subjects and folk, Ambassadors and Representatives, I bid thee greetings and hale and well met. May you dwell in the House of Amber forever."

He then picks up a spare parchment from a page who holds it for him.

"Now, let's get down to business." Oberon begins reading from the page for a moment.

He looks at everyone,"I am back and I am here to stay. For those who do not like it. The headsman is over there." A thumb points to the door to the dungeon," Just sign up with my Lord Chamberlain Nicolo."

Oberon chuckles throatily,"You have heard some of my appointments already. Also I want to name Lord Chantris as a good vassal to his king and is named to be Steward of Amber."

'I am naming a Regency Council." Oberon says,"It will be composed of Bleys Eric Fiona Xanthus Gerard and Julian."

"They will be in charge when I am out of the Castle." Oberon says,"There will be no power struggles while I am gone or if I end up the victim of treachery." he says plainly. "Xanthus is Chairman."

Xanthus smiles and quietly adjusts the ringsight on his index ring and practices aims at the second row.

"Random felt that he could not be here tonight." Oberon says,"I gave him a riding crop and I understand he and the blind girl are partying in his son's territory of Texorami. It is fortunately that my traitor son Piers does not have it or I would have Paolo take certain steps."

"The charges against Giles for his Treason and Piracy are reinstates. Prince Rinaldo's song honouring this pirate is banned. Giles is under conviction for Treason and is sentenced to death awaiting my signing his death warrant is reinstated." Oberon adds,"Finndo's pardons are worthless now as are all of his laws."

Oberon then seals and signs a number of documents to effect the just mentioned decrees.

"I will be establishing a chamber to review conduct of nobles and princes using House Law for the latter and the law of the land for the former. I am calling it Star Chamber." Oberon says,"Corwin is the Chairman. Eric, Bleys Random and Benedict will sit on it. More may be added."

Oberon signs that decree.

King Oberon of Amber sat on his throne looking out over everyone. His robes of state in perfect condition and each fold seemed to be staged perfectly. In his hand was the great sceptre of Amber, an ivory and gold wand topped with a crown and orb with a unicorn upon it, his palm firmly around it, the end nestling in the hollow of his other elbow. Oberon was seated, rod straight, spine unsupported by the back of the throne behind his back. One black booted foot was ahead of the other. His firey hair seemed to lost its grey tinges in the flickering light of the torches behind and above him.

Oberon then waves over to the pageboy with the matching hair style wearing a liveried joupon and hose. "Come here, Boy." he bids as he takes a scroll style parchment and puts a pair of half glasses on the bridge of his nose.

A herald up stage right from Oberon holds out a sign for all to see except Oberon: The first one to laugh will face death, exile or both.

Oberon looks over the scroll and unrolls it, checks and double checks it in an uneasy silence.

"Princes of the Blood, Princes of the Robe, Dukes, Marquesses, Earls and Counts, Viscounts and Thanes, Barons, Gentry, Ministers, Secretary, Ladies, Gentlemen, Servants and Liveried Men and Women, Foreign envoys and deputations.

"We, Oberon, By the Grace of the Pattern, King of the Imperial One True Realm of Amber, Leige of Kolvir Mountain, Prince of the House of Dagobert, Prince of Atlantis, Prince of Thelbane, Born in the Purple, Keeper of the One True Jewel of Judgement, Lord of the Patternhold, King of Umbria, Emperor and President of the League of the Golden Circle, Duke of Oberonways, Duke of Barimanways, Duke of Bariman, Duke of the Northern Marches, doth hereby and hereon, bestow the warmest and most welcome greetings upon you and all your chattle."

Oberon managed to finish that sentence without a pause for breath.

"It is Our Imperial and Most Royal Grace to resume our ordained reign as of the Twenty Second of September of this Year of Our Reign One."

"The Land is the King. Amber is the King. The King is the Realm. The Kingdom is immortal though the King may not necessarily be."

Oberon makes an aside comment putting down the scroll and looking at the second row,"And with no lack of effort to prevent that too."

Oberon pushes up his half glasses and with one of his black booted feet ahead of the other, he continues to read ruther,"All writs are done in Our Imperial Name as are all indictable offences are against Our Name as are offences versus the Peace of the King for the Peace of the Realm is the Peace of the Crown and its Dignity. All public property is vested in the Royal Person of the King through the Crown and its Dignity."

"All Statuatory Powers are vested in the King and any delegated assembly bodies as well as Our Ministers and Councils." Oberon says firmly as if he is teaching a stone age tribe about the operations of a nuclear reactor. "The King and His Orders in Council, can do no wrong. The King cannot be sued nor tried in any Court of the Realm or any foreign court. Just as no Baron can be tried in his Baronial Court nor can a Count or Earl or Duke be tried by a County or Shire Court. The King is not subject to the prattlings of that old windy pretender Amblerash and his Saurian Church." Oberon snorts,"Nor his teacup shaking party called the Great Powers Council."

"The King is the highest abitritor of mercy and law. We bear the sword of state, the sword of justice. We may issue pardons unrestricted by any impeachment powers of any legislative body. We are the Highest Judge." Oberon says looking at Fiona pointedly.

"We appoint the ministers. We dismiss the ministers and their acolytes and retainers and clerks. The whole administration of the executive branch serves at our pleasure. Their tenure lasts the reign unless removed by Ourselves." Oberon states firmly. "we appoint and dismiss judges at Our Pleasure."

"We levy taxes. Whether we choose to ask the Councils and Legislatures is Our Boon to them."Oberon says clearly removing the power of any Parliament to restrict the tax rate. "We do not plan to shave our sheep though. Good shepherds only shear."

"We receive the Ambassadors of Foreign Potentates and Princes. We appoint our own permanent and Pleinpointaire Ambassadors, Consuls, Ministers and Charges and their Embassies." Oberon says as he unfurls the scroll a little way more. "We have exclusive power and supreme prerogative to declare and wage war and to declare and wage peace. We make treaties and truces and receive unconditional surrenders."

"We recruit the forces at land and at sea. They owe surpreme and direct allegiance to Our Crown and Our Person. The Treason Act, the Oath of Fealty, the Oath of Allegiance to the Crown is to Us and Me." Oberon clearly states. "The Powers of Mutiny and the Power of Levy and Supply are vested in the Crown. There is no Chaos ideology of the Parliamentary supply under control of a Popijay band of aristocratic Chaos Lords."

"We assent to all new laws, orders, statutes and official proclaimations. We grant and revoke charters. We have powers to writ Parliament and to dissolve Parliament or any other body. We are Head of Whatever Church We decide the Realm may prosper under." Oberon states. "We are the Surpreme Landowner and Grant Titles, Lands, Leases. We escheat estates of the heirless and protect the minority of heirs."

Oberon then stopped talked then accepted a tall thin crystal glass that look amethyst in colour was handed to him by that page boy.

Passing the scroll to the boy, he sips the drink and then finishes it and looks at it,"Nice." then he hands it back to the page boy and takes the scroll back.

"I must ask how they get the bubbles to stay in the Mountain Dew in Amber." Oberon says absently to nobody as he finds his spot in the speech,"Ah yes....."

"It is our intent to replace parliament as the Chaosites infliced upon us once in our history and once lately through the paws of the meddling red lion of Chaos and his ilk in seditious conspiracy with our traitorous firstborn. It is our wish to replace it with a number of Councils."

"The Kurfurstenstand or Order/College of Princes will be composed of all Princes of Our Blood who swear allegiance to the Crown and to Our Imperial Person."

"The Kurfursten or Diet will compose itself of the Peers of the Realm and the Rural and Urban Gentry. Blood and Merit will see the membership from the Third Estate."Oberon says firmly, "The writs will not be a popularity contest as we have seen with the jesting of government that happened before."

"The Kronprinz Finndo is hereby and hereon impeached attaindered and banished from the Lands of Amber, Brandenberg, Rolandae, Garnath, Inner and Outer Parys, the Golden Circle, Neuvo Sangre, the Patternlands and all lands that fall under Our Imperial Sway and Dominion." Oberon says smugly." And so is little Osric till he gets some sense in his head."

"The Kronprinz is ineligible for succession until I say otherwise. The succession is not to be announced today however if Fiona's tricks get the better of me, then the Council of State will determine the Regency and stab each other in the backs for the succession as per usual." Oberon says,"Like Alexander, it shall be for the strongest or should I say, the least muttonheaded."

Oberon continues on reading,"We shall have the Privy Council to help us govern. The Council of Star Chamber to help us provide special justice. We shall have Councils of the Western Marches, the Southern Marches, the Northern Marches, and of Cymnealand. "

Oberon looks down his glasses,"As a boon to Benedict for his restored loyalty, I am keeping that stupid name for his worthless Mother who plots against me still."

"we also have a Council of Arden though there is not much Arden to provide Counsel for, as the damned Kolvir snatched most of it."

"It is Our Great Pleasure to show our favour for Prince Paolo who is the Emperor, confirmed of his Patternlands. It is his duty to be the warden of Shadow and keep out the undesirables from Chaos and Shadow. This new Outremont will be our first line of defence from the schemings of the lions and dragons and wolves..." Oberon cracks a slight smile,"Oh my."

":There will be more who will need the King's Justice. Some will be summarily proscribed while others will be formally attaindered. Such is the King's Justice. Know that those who betray Amber and her King and her People will be punished." Oberon says with a terrible roar in his voice.

"It is our Grace to Welcome Our Ambassadors to Amber from Our Kolvirii Cousins and from Our Seehee Cousins, and from Our Thelbane Brothers."

Oberon says warmly,"Count Throndo Carolingus, We bid thee Greetings." He nods.

Count Throndo stands up and nods to the King and then bows. Then he bows to the rest of the Court several times pompassly with his pompadour hairstyle in perfect form.

Oberon then says,"Scholar Athenodorus of the Seelie I do not greet thee but I do greet warmly, the Prince Athendorus of the Royal Lemurian House." Oberon states,"We do not recognize the League of the Non Aligned Worlds though we opt to recognize their member states."

Athendorus gives a slight smile and his white hair and beard are neatly trimmed as he bows to Oberon quickly.

"Count Fitzchann, it our pleasure to see you representing the Courts of Chaos. I recognize that with the disappearance of the Princess Sawall from Thelbane that your government is in turmoil. I guess Kennyboy, I mean his Imperial Thelbane Majesty, must be very busy, for a change."

Count Fitzchann stands up and nods and bows to Oberon who in turn smiles back. "I am understanding that while you represent the Thelbane core of your Ambassadorship that you will handle matters for your Channicut cousins in Linchester and Swayvilleways."

"Yes, Your Majesty," Lord Ftizchann says with another nod.

"Good." Oberon remarks. "I understand the Asgardians sent Prince Thor and the Olympians sent Prince Hermes again." Oberon sighs and greets each in turn.

Oberon then turns to the Ambassadors from Brandenberg, Rolandae, Garnath, Neuvo Sangre and other Brand or House of Brand territories.

"I recognize the Kingdoms of Brand and his sons as subserviant realms just as their pattern is a subserviant pattern. I absolve them of their crimes and treasons to the Crown and People of Amber and the Golden Circle and Our Friends in Shadow.

"House Brand, thou are forgiven," Oberon says with a flip of his hand.

Then he turns to Corwin,"Know that Corwin, thou art my favourite son, though you be a fool. You did make the Parys pattern as I designed you to do. Just as I designed Brand to do even if his model was flawed and yours lacked imagination. I hold the backdoors to your ethereal software and just as I rule in Amber by the Grace of the Pattern, so your Patterns rule by the Grace of the Hand of Oberon."

Oberon chuckles, "Corwin you do not have to bow to me for Parys though you know it too is a subserviant state. I forgive and absolve you too. Though attacking Amber as you did was damned stupid. I thought you would have brought a - few more troops and not relied on Bleys smoke and mirrors." he says shaking his head.

"Your heirs and sons and their kingdoms are also subject to me." Oberon reinforces.

"Just as Brand and Corwin's Patterns are subject to Our Imperial Sovereignty so they are under My Protections." Oberon says,"As are their lands as they stand now."

"It is our wish to see a full reconstruction of Amber and the Golden Circle from years of internecine wars. I am delighted that the robotics and industrial might of Garnath and Neuvo Sangre have been put at our disposal and that King Kirk's and King Jason's Ministers will be co-operating with our High Commissioners." Oberon chuckles,"No longer will they be making useless consumer items such as titannium golf balls and chromium fenders but instead high steel alloys will be used to robotically mass produce massive amounts of suits of armour, spears, swords and shields for the armies of Amber and her allies. We have steel that would make the House of Feanor elves proud."

Oberon smiles to Mirienna honouring her family then he continues,"The best of weapons for our cavalry and infantry and war machinery is essential but the most important resource is leadership for the brave men of our armies. That is you." Oberon looks over to everyone. "The High Princes, their children and the peers and gentlemen of the realm are Amber's greatest resource and I intent to ruthlessly and shamelessly exploit you in returning Amber to a place of pre-eminence."

"Trade is the lifeblood of nations." Oberon says,"And that tiresome old phrase is true. And Amber in order to be independent cannot be going cap in hand to the Bank of Suhuy. The old red lion must not hold Amber's Mortgage. Amber cannot drink the resources of our home continent for they are finite. And we are not fools and will burn the resources of our forests because the trees offend me and my Mummy." Oberon says making a shot at Finndo's burning of much of Arden on behalf of himself and his mother, Cymnea.

"Amber will work to break the vicious circle of downward gloom and uncertainty and replace it with a proactive beneficial virtual cycle of prosperity, innovation and hard work."Oberon explains,"Our Merchant fleet is returning from hidden ports as many new ships are already on order with Golden Circle allies and the shipyards of New London and Garnath City are learning to make wooden ships for a change."

"Amber will work to establish primary industries once more and to commit value added to these industries to secondary as well as practice a return to a mercantilism with our Golden Circle friends sharing the wealth of our work by selling them our fine products that we took from their mere hewers of wood and drawers of water."

"Oh, and by the way, slap another 19% tariff on cheap Haven softwood lumber." Oberon adds,"Kelric dented one of the tines on my crown with his foolish gallavanting when playing with Reinhard and Maxwell."

The trumpets blare and the drums beat out a rapid beat and then the Heralds will call out:

"Will His Highness, The Prince Stephen, Earl of Pepin, do come forth and pledge to be the loyal vassal and subject of His Most Excellent, Royal and Imperial Majesty, King Oberon of Amber?"

There is a dark green velvet covered kneeling bench now in front of the throne with Oberon rising.

Stephen will rise, and proceed at a stately pace to stand before Oberon, maintaining eye contact with his King the whole time. He then pauses to allow the steward to assisst him in the proper obeisance.

A steward helps him to him knees like kneeling at prayer and his hands are placed in front of his in supplication as Oberon then places his own hands outside his.

There is a great shining silver two handed sword dragging on his hip in a loose scabbard as he comes to you.

He asks,"Are you the Prince Stephen?"

"I am he", Stephen replies

Do you pledge Allegiance to His Majesty King Oberon of Amber and his lawful heirs as such a time as he chooses to select one?"

"To King Oberon, and those he deems worthy do I pledge and avow my Allgiance", he says.

"Do you swear fealty for your lands of the Shire of Pepin?"

"On behalf of those lands granted to me, I swear fealty to Oberon and those he designates as heirs", comes the reply.

Oberon smiles,"Smart boy."

"Do you pledge personal loyalty and vassalship to me, Oberon of Amber?"

There is the tiniest of pauses, and a ghost of a smile on Stephens lips when he answers, "Of course. It would be rather pointless and fatal to do otherwise at this point."

"Wise boy." Oberon chuckles. "My enemies have said many terrible things about how I have dealt with certain grandchildren who misbehaved. Ossian snooped in one of the palace woodsheds years ago and found some of the milder facilities." He yawns and stretches,"For good children, I am very kind and nice. For those who are bad, my enemies under estimate my wrath."

He pats Stephen on the shoulder,"Of course, you are a good boy, Stephen."

Stephen raises an eyebrow a tiny bit, wondering momentarily if this is Royal humor or sincerity or both. He decides it is rhetorical, and does not reply, awaiting patiently for either further utterance from Oberon, or indication of dismissal.

Oberon then taps him on the shoulders and head with his sword saying,"I dub thee Knight. Sir Stephen of the Order of St. Germain."

"You may rise and return to your seat."

The trumpets blare and the drums beat out a rapid beat and then the Heralds will call out:

"Will Her Highness, The Princess Alexis, Countess of Caister, do come forth and pledge to be the loyal vassal and subject of His Most Excellent, Royal and Imperial Majesty, King Oberon of Amber?"

There is a dark green velvet covered kneeling bench now in front of the throne with Oberon rising.

Alexis stands, pauses for a second, and with measured pace, steps to the carpet, then moves forward. At the cushion, she takes two handfuls of skirt and offers a full curtsey, then with head still bowed, gracefully kneels.

A steward helps her to her knees like kneeling at prayer and her hands are placed in front of her in supplication as Oberon then places his hands outside hers.

She needed no help, other than making sure the steward kept his slippers off her skirts, and she puts her hands together, palms together and fingers pointing upwards, with very little urging. Alexis looks up with big solemn eyes at Oberon as he steps forward...

There is a great shining silver two handed sword dragging on his hip in a loose scabbard as he comes to you.

He asks,"Are you the Princess Alexis?"

"Your Majesty, I am." she says in a calm voice.

Oberon then nods as he continues. Presumably that was the correct answer.

Do you pledge Allegiance to His Majesty King Oberon of Amber and his lawful heirs as such a time as he chooses to select one?"

"I pledge my loyalty to my Liege King. And to the kingdom that he rules, Amber." Alexis replies.

"That is good." Oberon says firmly.

"Do you swear fealty for your lands of the Shire of Caister?"

"I shall serve, uphold my Liege and my Country, to keep my vassalage as is right and proper as a servant of the King and Crown."

"Will you conduct Shire Court and dispense Justice to the People?" Oberon throws in an ad hoc manner. The page is scrambling to see where that is in the script.

"As His Majesty commands, so I shall." Alexis replies very seriously. "To uphold the laws of the Land and the Crown."

"Do you pledge personal loyalty and vassalship to me, Oberon of Amber?"

"I swear my fealty to my King, Liege, and Ruler of this Land, Oberon. To serve with faith, honor, dedication, and chivalry." Alexis replies soberly and looks up at Oberon.

"Good." Oberon says,"You are also named to the new order that I have Created."

He taps her on both shoulders with that big ugly pattern dripping all powerful heavy zweihander that he had on his belt early."I prefer to not carry the sword of state. That is what scabbards are for."

"Arise, Dame." he says as a couple pages scramble and place golden spurs on her fancy shoes

Alexis rises gracefully, hands still together, as asked, when asked.

"You are Dame Alexis of the Order of Ganelon. Know that you earned my favour and are the first to be so named."

"Your Majesty, I am honored. I shall endeavor to remain in thy favor." Alexis takes her skirts and offers a full and deep curtsey to Oberon. And though she now has spurs, she manages fairly well to keep her skirts clear of them.

"That is a lofty goal." Oberon says," May you work hard to achieve them."

Alexis favors King Oberon with one more deep curtsey.

A squire then leads her back to her chair.

Alexis carefully moves to the side and sits once more.

The trumpets blare and the drums beat out a rapid beat and then the Heralds will call out:

"Will His Highness, The Prince Rory, Duke of the Amber Islands, Earl of Hiram, do come forth and pledge to be the loyal vassal and subject of His Most Excellent, Royal and Imperial Majesty, King Oberon of Amber?"

There is a dark green velvet covered kneeling bench now in front of the throne with Oberon rising.

Rory rises, rolls his shoulders back, and flashes a broad grin at the assembled court. He then marches (if such a walk can be dignified as a march) up to the throne. Just short of the bech, Rory stops, clicks his heels together, and drops like a sack of potatoes, his knees hitting the bench with a solid thunk.

A steward helps him to him knees like kneeling at prayer and his hands are placed in front of him in supplication as Oberon then places his own hands outside his.

There is a great shining silver two handed sword dragging on his hip in a loose scabbard as he comes to you.

He asks,"Are you the Prince Rory?"

"Yes, sire."

Do you pledge Allegiance to His Majesty King Oberon of Amber and his lawful heirs as such a time as he chooses to select one?"

"Yes, sire."

"Do you swear fealty for your lands of the Shire of Hiram and the Duchy of the Amber Islands?"

"Yes, sire."

"Do you pledge personal loyalty and vassalship to me, Oberon of Amber?"

"Yes, sire."

"Good." Oberon says without much fanfare and then taps Rory on the shoulders and then the head.

"Arise Sir Rory of the Order of St. Germaine."

The trumpets blare and the drums beat out a rapid beat and then the Heralds will call out:

"Will His Highness, The Prince Dunstree, Earl of Whot, do come forth and pledge to be the loyal vassal and subject of His Most Excellent, Royal and Imperial Majesty, King Oberon of Amber?"

There is a dark green velvet covered kneeling bench now in front of the throne with Oberon rising.

Dunstree watches Mara and Alexis go up and kneel silently before he walks up himself.

A steward helps him to his knees like kneeling at prayer and the prince's hands are placed in front of his in supplication as Oberon then places his own hands outside his.

There is a great shining silver two handed sword dragging on his hip in a loose scabbard as he comes to you.

He asks,"Are you the Prince Dunstree?"

"I am Dunstree, His Majesty Oberon calls me Prince. I won't argue the point."

"One better not. Or you may end up dead." Oberon says. "People who argue with me in Court regret it. Either in body or in spirit."

Do you pledge Allegiance to His Majesty King Oberon of Amber and his lawful heirs as such a time as he chooses to select one?"

"I pledge to obey and respect His Majesty's lawful authority."

"Good." Oberon grunts.

"Do you swear fealty for your lands of the Shire of Whot?"

"If they are my lands, I shall care for them to the best of my ability."

"That pleases me."

"Do you pledge personal loyalty and vassalship to me, Oberon of Amber?"

Dunstree sighs and looks up at Oberon. "Would you, could you, accept such a vow from a man who just met you several hours ago?" he asks quietly.

"No." Oberon says setting his sword back in his scabbard. "I have known your mother's family for generations and I am aware of your upbringing and selected your teachers as I have with the others." he says with a wave of his hand. "I know more about you than you know about yourself."

"You have shown me cordiality and hospitality and fair reason to respect you. All I can pay you in turn is honesty."

"Honesty sometimes needs a bodyguard,"Oberon snorts."Besides, We need to have the Court scene run smoothly."

Dunstree smiles. He thinks he is going to like King Oberon, although this is not a time to say that aloud.

"Then to play my designated role in the scene, I promise personal fealty and loyalty to King Oberon of Amber."

"Good. Now kneel." Oberon says unsheafing the large zweihander.

I thought Dunstree was...but he does kneel, if he isn't already.

The trumpets blare and the drums beat out a rapid beat and then the Heralds will call out:

"Will His Highness, The Prince Constantine, Earl of Kolvir, do come forth and pledge to be the loyal vassal and subject of His Most Excellent, Royal and Imperial Majesty, King Oberon of Amber?"

There is a dark green velvet covered kneeling bench now in front of the throne with Oberon rising.

Constantine stands, glancing quickly to his left and right, then quickly approaches the covered kneeling bench; kneeling down he clutches his hat in his hands, wringing it.

A steward helps him to his knees like kneeling at prayer and the prince's hands are placed in front of his in supplication as Oberon then places his own hands outside his.

There is a great shining silver two handed sword dragging on his hip in a loose scabbard as he comes to you.

He asks,"Are you the Prince Constantine?"

"Yes, I am," whispered the young prince.

Oberon grunts nodding.

Do you pledge Allegiance to His Majesty King Oberon of Amber and his lawful heirs as such a time as he chooses to select one?"

"Yes."

This gets a favourable nod from Oberon as he bores his green eyes into Constantine's eyes.

"Do you swear fealty for your lands of Kolvir Mountain?"

"Not that Kovlir Mountain has more than a half dozen villages." Oberon notes.

After a brief moment of confusion, Constantine nodded, then added an abrupt "Yes, yes of course."

"Do you pledge personal loyalty and vassalship to me, Oberon of Amber?"

"Yes," he concluded, lowering his head in what might be resignation, or perhaps just anxiety.

"Kneel boy." Oberon says,"We plan to knight you."

Constantine nods, then kneels before the King.

"I am. . .this is more than I think I deserve. . .Majesty," he murmurs. "After all that. . .that has happened. That I think. . .has happened."

Oberon snorts,"I value your character boy. Not the actions of circumstances as a pawn of powerful children. Now enough of that. You have a clean slate. I will judge you on your actions starting now."

Constantine nods.

"If you want angst, I can make you Ambassador to the Court of King Blake in Linchester, he reeks of the stuff."

"Oh, no. . .no, no thank you, great-grandfather. . .I will be quite happy here, thank you."

"Good." Oberon tells him,"It is my intention that the lot of you will soon be earning your keep."

The trumpets blare and the drums beat out a rapid beat and then the Heralds will call out:

"Will His Highness, The Prince Enoch, Earl of Docklands, do come forth and pledge to be the loyal vassal and subject of His Most Excellent, Royal and Imperial Majesty, King Oberon of Amber?"

There is a dark green velvet covered kneeling bench now in front of the throne with Oberon rising.

The trumpets blare and the drums beat out a rapid beat and then the Heralds will call out:

"Will His Highness, The Prince Lian, Earl of Merovious, do come forth and pledge to be the loyal vassal and subject of His Most Excellent, Royal and Imperial Majesty, King Oberon of Amber?"

There is a dark green velvet covered kneeling bench now in front of the throne with Oberon rising.

The trumpets blare and the drums beat out a rapid beat and then the Heralds will call out:

"Will His Highness, The Prince Laszlo, Earl of Wettin, do come forth and pledge to be the loyal vassal and subject of His Most Excellent, Royal and Imperial Majesty, King Oberon of Amber?"

There is a dark green velvet covered kneeling bench now in front of the throne with Oberon rising.

Laszlo stands sharply, as if awoken from a dream, then strides purposefully forward. He bows to the king, then kneels on the cushion, adopting the position of supplication the steward indicates.

A steward helps him to his knees like kneeling at prayer and his hands are placed in front of her in supplication as Oberon then places his hands outside Laszlo's.

There is a great shining silver two handed sword dragging on his hip in a loose scabbard as he comes to you.

He asks,"Are you the Prince Laszlo?"

"I am." Laszlo replies.

Do you pledge Allegiance to His Majesty King Oberon of Amber and his lawful heirs as such a time as he chooses to select one?"

"I do pledge allegiance to His Majesty King Oberon and his selected lawful heirs."

"Clever boy," Oberon informs here."You may survive the barricudas in the second row." indicating his children's generation.

"Do you swear fealty for your lands of the Shire of Wettin?"

"I do swear fealty for the land and peoples of the Shire of Wettin."

"Nice and precise." Oberon chuckles,"Caine Gerard and Julian will adore you."

"Do you pledge personal loyalty and vassalship to me, Oberon of Amber?"

"I do solumnly pledge my personal loyalty and vassalage to you, King Oberon of Amber," Laszlo responds.

"Very nice." Oberon nods, and muses,"If I made you all do a congaline and sing the Chicken Song, would you do that?"

Laszlo assumes this is a rhetorical question and stays diplomatically silent.

"Never mind," Oberon says to himself. "Now Kneel Boy."

(He does)

Oberon then will draw his sword then formally raises it in the air.

"You are also named to the new order that I have Created."

He taps Laszlo on both shoulders with that big pattern sword. "May the Unicorn bless and protect you in your fight for Amber."

"Arise, Knight." he says as a couple pages scramble and place golden spurs on his shoes,

"You are Sir Laszlo of the Order of Ganelon. Know that you earned my favour and are so named."

"Er, thanks." Laszlo replies, eyeing the huge blade suspiciously. He then recovers his composure and bows. "I am honoured, your Majesty."

He looks at the spurs, jangles them a bit, and looks a lot happier. He then returns to his seat.

The trumpets blare and the drums beat out a rapid beat and then the Heralds will call out:

"Will His Highness, The Prince George, Earl of Oberon Heights, do come forth and pledge to be the loyal vassal and subject of His Most Excellent, Royal and Imperial Majesty, King Oberon of Amber?"

There is a dark green velvet covered kneeling bench now in front of the throne with Oberon rising.

George will pop up quickly and almost bound to the bench, and then go to one knee. All with a smile on his face.

A steward helps him to his knees like kneeling at prayer and the prince's hands are placed in front of his in supplication as Oberon then places his own hands outside his.

There is a great shining silver two handed sword dragging on his hip in a loose scabbard as he comes to you.

He asks,"Are you the Prince George?"

"Yeppers" George says.

"Yeppers?" Oberon scowls at him,"What does that mean?"

"it means yes" George says.

"Thank you,"Oberon says sternly,"I do not like weird dialects. Is that Havenspeech?"

Do you pledge Allegiance to His Majesty King Oberon of Amber and his lawful heirs as such a time as he chooses to select one?"

"Sure thing" he says.

"Does that mean yes, Boy?" Oberon looks annoyed.

"yes it does" George says.

"Spare me the Havenspeech." Oberon says sighing.

"Do you swear fealty for your lands of the Shire of Oberon Heights?"

"of course its mine." he smiles

"No," Oberon corrects,"We are in the process of giving it to you."

He adds visibly annoyed,"Once you learn to speak a less common tongue. Caine may hang around with the dockscum but he never speaks that in Our Presence."

"Well then I won't use common folk speak here either."

"that is wise. You are not common folk nor are the rest of us." Oberon says,"And the common folk will soon know their place once more under my feudal protection of them."

Oberon then adds,"They will come to thank me for it."

"Do you pledge personal loyalty and vassalship to me, Oberon of Amber?"

"You betcha."

"What does that mean?" Oberon says playing with the sword in his hand hefting the large sword effortlessly.

"I swear by the unicorn, and all of my royal blood, I pledge loyalty and vassalship to you Oberon of Amber."

Oberon then taps his shoulders, then his head with the sword.

"Arise Sir Knight," he says to George,"You are Knight Bachelor of the Order of St. Germain."

As golden spurs are added to his feet,"Oberon says,"You may return to your seat, George."

The trumpets blare and the drums beat out a rapid beat and then the Heralds will call out:

"Will His Highness, The Prince Logen, Earl of Dagobert, do come forth and pledge to be the loyal vassal and subject of His Most Excellent, Royal and Imperial Majesty, King Oberon of Amber?"

There is a dark green velvet covered kneeling bench now in front of the throne with Oberon rising. This time he is looking at an hourglass and tapping his foot annoyedly.

"Someone check if that weasel Balaam did not trick Logen into going to Sawallways by mistake." Oberon growls. "If Logen does not show, I will boil Balaam in his own drambuie." The King of Amber's voice is in a terrible growl.

The trumpets blare and the drums beat out a rapid beat and then the Heralds will call out:

"Will His Highness, The Prince named Bishop, Earl of Lothario, do come forth and pledge to be the loyal vassal and subject of His Most Excellent, Royal and Imperial Majesty, King Oberon of Amber?"

There is a dark green velvet covered kneeling bench now in front of the throne with Oberon rising.

Bishop proudly stood up and walked towards the bench. He kept his eyes on the King and ignored all else. He knelt and bowed his head low. "I pledge my loyalty, life and soul to His Most Excellent, Royal and Imperial Majesty, King Oberon of Amber. His will be done and I his willing servant," he whispered.

A steward helps him to his knees like kneeling at prayer and the prince's hands are placed in front of his in supplication as Oberon then places his own hands outside his.

There is a great shining silver two handed sword dragging on his hip in a loose scabbard as he comes to you.

He asks,"Are you the Prince named Bishop?"

"I am," Bishop spoke with his head bowed.

Do you pledge Allegiance to His Majesty King Oberon of Amber and his lawful heirs as such a time as he chooses to select one?"

"I do," he replied.

"Do you swear fealty for your lands of the Shire of Lothario?"

"I do," he replied again.

"Do you pledge personal loyalty and vassalship to me, Oberon of Amber?"

"I do," he said once more.

Oberon then will draw his sword and waves it in the air a few times as if he was executing a few en garde fencing manuevers with a two handed sword that is longer than he is tall.

"You are also named to the new order that I have Created."

He taps Bishop on both shoulders with that big pattern sword."Shoulder, head, shoulder," he mutters absently.

"Arise, Knight." he says as a couple pages scramble and place golden spurs on his shoes, "You are Sir Bishop, or Chevalier Bishop of the Order of Ganelon. Know that you earned my favour and are so named."

The trumpets blare and the drums beat out a rapid beat and then the Heralds will call out:

"Will Her Highness, The Princess Mara, Countess of Brandenberte (pronounced Branden-bear), doth come forth and pledge to be the loyal vassal and subject of His Most Excellent, Royal and Imperial Majesty, King Oberon of Amber?"

There is a dark green velvet covered kneeling bench now in front of the throne with Oberon rising.

Mara rises from her chair where she'd been talking to Bishop and with a stately pace approaches the throne.

She comes to about 10' from Oberon, curtsies, then steps up and kneels on the covered bench.

A steward helps her to her knees like kneeling at prayer and her hands are placed in front of her in supplication as Oberon then places his hands outside hers.

Mara follows the guidance of the steward, holding her hands as shown. She look straight ahead.

There is a great shining silver two handed sword dragging on his hip in a loose scabbard as he comes to you.

He asks,"Are you the Princess Mara?"

"I am, Your Majesty," Mara replies with a clear contralto voice.

Do you pledge Allegiance to His Majesty King Oberon of Amber and his lawful heirs as such a time as he chooses to select one?"

"I pledge my allegiance and my loyalty to His Majesty King Oberon, and I pledge to support his heirs for as long as is required of me."

Oberon nods and favours her with a slight smile.

"Do you swear fealty for your lands of the Shire of Brandenberte?"

"I take an oath to protect and rule the Shire of Brandenberte, and as its ruler swear fealty."

"Very nice." Oberon mutters to himself.

"Do you pledge personal loyalty and vassalship to me, Oberon of Amber?"

Mara looks up at Oberon at this point. "Yes. I swear personal loyalty and vassalship to my grandfather, Oberon of Amber, for as long as I am able to serve, and for as long as he wishes it."

That gets a big smile from Oberon. "Very very nice, girl."

"Now prepare yourself for exhaltation with knighthood." Oberon tells her.

Oberon then will draw his sword and then tests it playfully with taking one of the hated grey hairs and drops it on the edge of the sword. The hair breaks apart into eight strips and then burns before it touches the ground.

"You are also named to the new order that I have Created."

He taps Mara on both shoulders with that big pattern sword. "I had a fight with Fiona over female knighthoods. She wanted to ride a horse too."

"Arise, Dame." he says as a couple pages scramble and place golden spurs on his shoes,

Mara rises gracefully and stands up. As the pages come up to her she lifts the hem of her long dress to clearly show her ankle strapped high heeled shoes. She looks at the pages with some amusement, offering a hand out to take the spurs.

"You are Dame Mara of the Order of Ganelon. Know that you earned my favour and are so named."

Mara curtsies deeply to Oberon. "Thank you, your Majesty. I will endeavor to be worthy of the honor."

She then turns and returns to her chair.

"Alright Mara," Oberon says,"Get back here."

Mara freezes, then slowly turns and returns to in front of Oberon.

He then dubs her of the Order of St. Germain as well."You can have two knighthoods."

"Why?" he says,"Because I am a whimsical and absolute monarch and you deserved it."

Mara smiles, obviously surprised, but pleased as well. "Thank you, your Majesty." She curtsies again, and backs away a few feet before turning around, just in case, and returns to her chair.

The trumpets blare and the drums beat out a rapid beat and then the Heralds will call out:

"Will Her Highness, The Prince Zariya, Countess of Viallevale, do come forth and pledge to be the loyal vassal and subject of His Most Excellent, Royal and Imperial Majesty, King Oberon of Amber?"

There is a dark green velvet covered kneeling bench now in front of the throne with Oberon rising. Zariya stands when she is called, rising gracefully and purposefully from her chair. She strides forward to the stool, and kneels. She has eyes for no one and nothing else than Oberon.

A steward helps her to her knees like kneeling at prayer and her hands are placed in front of her in supplication as Oberon then places his hands outside hers.

There is a great shining silver two handed sword dragging on his hip in a loose scabbard as he comes to you.

He asks,"Are you the Princess Zariya?"

"I am," Zariya answers in a voice that speaks of nothing but confidence.

Do you pledge Allegiance to His Majesty King Oberon of Amber and his lawful heirs as such a time as he chooses to select one?"

"This I swear to you: I pledge allegiance to His Majesty King Oberon of Amber, and his lawful heirs. As long as the sun sets and the moon rises, forevermore will he and his have my loyalty and service."

"and beyond that?" Oberon asks,"To win a bet with Suhuy I made the sun not rise that morning in Earth Prime."

Zariya smiles slightly, "Beyond the boundaries of time itself, if that is what my lord requires." She replies smoothly, and is evidentally used to making such grand declarations.

"Let's not monkey around with time. Kelric and Josiah and Kelric and Reinhard dabbled a bit of that in the past and I almost came over and boxed their ears." Oberon shudders. "Save the extravagant oaths and conditions. I find in Rome that Senators who made them were writing in exemptions and outs for themselves."

"If it please you, Majesty," she replies, still with a ghost of a smile.

"It pleases me not to hear it. Flatterers bore me. They are Demogogues to the Despots. And this Despot is most tired of cheap flattery. Bleys wore me by the time he was 8." Oberon corrects her succinctly. "However I will overlook it as none of you worked for me directly, except Rory who was working under my direct commission. That is why he is also a Duke."

Zariya nods, growing serious again, "I will take this lesson into my heart, Majesty."

Oberon smiles,"Good Girl."

"Do you swear fealty for your lands of the Shire of Viallevale?"

"This I swear to you: I swear fealty for my lands, the Shire of Viallevale. For as long as I hold breath in my lungs, and blood in my veins, I shall protect and guide it's people."

"I have drained blood from people and pumped them with saline when I have had to. " Oberon says,"And beyond that?"

"Beyond life or death, it does not matter. They are mine, and I am theirs," she replies.

"It does." Oberon contradicts,"This is why I accept an omnibus oath without reservations, conditions or hesitations."

Zariya blinks, and doesn't seem to have a glib comment for that. She does, however, nod slightly, and waits for the next..

"Do you pledge personal loyalty and vassalship to me, Oberon of Amber?"

"This I swear to you: I, Zariya, pledge my loyalty and vassalship to Oberon of Amber. Whatever my lord requires of me, he shall have it without fail."

"That is good." Oberon says and says,"Kneel and receive my benedictions."

Zariya does as she is instructed to do, waiting for said benedictions.

Oberon then will draw his sword and balances the edge of it in the centre of gravity on his index finger testing and weighing its balance and when he is satisfied he will continue.

"You are also named to the new order that I have Created."

He taps Zariya on both shoulders with that big pattern sword. "I would hate to do this with a scimitar or even a fachion."

Her eyes follow his movements, though her head does not move except to give a slight nod.

"Arise, Dame." he says as a couple pages scramble and place golden spurs on his shoes, "You are Dame Zariya of the Order of Ganelon. Know that you earned my favour and are so named."

"I thank you, Your Majesty," she replies just before she rises. She then executes an elaborate and graceful curtsey to her new liege.

Oberon nods and favours her with a slight smile.

She returns the smile, and then returns to her seat. She has a bit of difficulty walking gracefully with the new spurs on her heels, but manages to get there without looking too ungainly, or tripping over her own feet. When she reseats herself, a vague look of irritation covers her features as she disentangles the hem of her dress from one of the spurs. That task done, she returns to calm attention of the proceedings.

The trumpets blare and the drums beat out a rapid beat and then the Heralds will call out:

"Will His Highness, The Prince Jared, Earl of South Garnath, doth come forth and pledge to be the loyal vassal and subject of His Most Excellent, Royal and Imperial Majesty, King Oberon of Amber?"

There is a dark green velvet covered kneeling bench now in front of the throne with Oberon rising.

Jared rises slowly, brushing his clothing down as he does so. He strides toward the bench at a stately pace and bows deeply as he reaches it. Then, he lowers himself to his knees, keeping his back straight and his eyes locked at a point just in front of and below Oberon's.

A steward helps him to his knees like kneeling at prayer and the prince's hands are placed in front of his in supplication as Oberon then places his own hands outside his.

There is a great shining silver two handed sword dragging on his hip in a loose scabbard as he comes to you.

He asks,"Are you the Prince Jared?"

Jared smiles. "I am."

Do you pledge Allegiance to His Majesty King Oberon of Amber and his lawful heirs as such a time as he chooses to select one?"

In a clear, calm voice Jared replies, "I, Jared, Prince of Amber, pledge my allegiance to His Majesty King Oberon of Amber and to such lawful heirs as His Majestry may designate."

"Good. And remember that I am the law on the succession." Oberon says to Jared but also to everyone else.

Jared nods and smiles knowingly.

"Do you swear fealty for your lands of the Shire of South Garnath?"

"I, Jared, Prince of Amber, do solemnly swear fealty to His Majesty King Oberon of Amber for the lands of the Shire of South Garnath."

"Excellent." Oberon notes in a pensive almost scheming look to his face.

"Do you pledge personal loyalty and vassalship to me, Oberon of Amber?"

"I, Jared, Prince of Amber, do pledge my personal and eternal loyalty and vassalship to His Majesty King Oberon of Amber and to no other, except as required by His Majesty King Oberon of Amber."

Do you pledge Allegiance to His Majesty King Oberon of Amber and his lawful heirs as such a time as he chooses to select one?"

In a clear, calm voice Jared replies, "I, Jared, Prince of Amber, pledge my allegiance to His Majesty King Oberon of Amber and to such lawful heirs as His Majestry may designate."

"Good. And remember that I am the law on the succession." Oberon says to Jared but also to everyone else.

"Do you pledge personal loyalty and vassalship to me, Oberon of Amber?"

"I, Jared, Prince of Amber, do pledge my personal and eternal loyalty and vassalship to His Majesty King Oberon of Amber and to no other, except as required by His Majesty King Oberon of Amber."

"Good." Oberon simply says,"Now Kneel."

Oberon then will draw his sword and holds it in the air for a moment trying to get his sword to outdo the light and fire show that he did with Paolo's sword.

To Oberon's disgust there is a simple starlike flare like a rocket or firework and fills the upper vaults of the Great Hall with beautiful coloured lights for a thirty second light show. He seems put out by it and ignores it after three seconds and continues speaking.

Jared watches the show with rapt interest. If he thinks it any less compelling that then previous, none could tell by his expression.

"You are also named to the new order that I have Created."

He taps Jared on both shoulders with that big pattern sword."Don't wiggle if you like your ears, Boy."

"Arise, Knight." he says as a couple pages scramble and place golden spurs on his shoes, "You are Sir Jared of the Order of Ganelon. Know that you earned my favour and are so named."

Jared rises slowly and bows to Oberon. "Thank you, your Majesty. I shall endeavor to prove worthy of the honor you have bestowed upon me." With that, he allows the stewards to show him back to his seat.

"Good. Make me proud of you." Oberon says absently while he glares at the misbehaving sword.

He says to the sword,"Brucie's room is empty, Sword." he threatens.

The trumpets blare and the drums beat out a rapid beat and then the Heralds will call out:

"Will Her Highness, The Princess Jessa, Countess of Julianreach, do come forth and pledge to be the loyal vassal and subject of His Most Excellent, Royal and Imperial Majesty, King Oberon of Amber?"

There is a dark green velvet covered kneeling bench now in front of the throne with Oberon rising.

Jessa stand and moves too the bench. She kneels slowly, so not too fall over her dress as she does so.

A steward helps her to her knees like kneeling at prayer and her hands are placed in front of her in supplication as Oberon then places his hands outside hers.

There is a great shining silver two handed sword dragging on his hip in a loose scabbard as he comes to you.

Jess looks at the sword and swallows, although she then turns her attention to Oberon.

He asks,"Are you the Princess Jessa?"

"Yes, your majesty."

Do you pledge Allegiance to His Majesty King Oberon of Amber and his lawful heirs as such a time as he chooses to select one?"

"I pledge allegiance to you, your majesty, and to the heirs that you choose."

"Do you swear fealty for your lands of the Shire of Julianreach?"

"I will do my best to serve the people of Julianreach."

"Do you pledge personal loyalty and vassalship to me, Oberon of Amber?"

"I pledge my loyalty and vallalship to you, your Majesty."

Oberon then says,"I bid thee to kneel, Princess Jessa."

Jessa does and bows her head.

"I will dub thee, Jessa of Amber, Dame."

Oberon has that handy big sword of his slicing through the air and then gently falls on its flat on her shoulders and then on her head.

"Arise Dame Jessa, of the Order of St. Germaine."

She carefully stands, so not to step on her dress too much. Then curtsies to Oberon. She also graces him with a big smile, before returning too her seat.

The trumpets blare and the drums beat out a rapid beat and then the Heralds will call out:

"Will His Highness, The Prince Jake, Earl of Eastbury, do come forth and pledge to be the loyal vassal and subject of His Most Excellent, Royal and Imperial Majesty, King Oberon of Amber?"

There is a dark green velvet covered kneeling bench now in front of the throne with Oberon rising.

Jake comes forward and drops to one knee before Oberon, and bows his head, "My Liege."

A steward helps him to his knees like kneeling at prayer and the prince's hands are placed in front of his in supplication as Oberon then places his own hands outside his.

There is a great shining silver two handed sword dragging on his hip in a loose scabbard as he comes to you.

He asks,"Are you the Prince Jake?"

"Yes, Your Majesty, I am Prince Jake."

"Good. I like to make sure I am knighting the right kid. It would be sad to hang you for being an imposter,"Oberon jokes lightly.

Do you pledge Allegiance to His Majesty King Oberon of Amber and his lawful heirs as such a time as he chooses to select one?"

"I, Jake, do pledge my allegiance to the crown of Amber, and to whom ever sits on her throne."

"A dog can sit on my throne when I am not looking. A female red one did lately." Oberon says sarcastically. "Sitting is one thing. Legitimately is another."

"I stand corrected," Jake replies easily. "I, Jake, do pledge my allegiance to His Majesty, King Oberon of Amber, and his lawful heirs."

"Do you swear fealty for your lands of the Shire of Eastbury?"

"I humbly swear fealty for my lands of the Shire of Eastbury,"

"good." Oberon acknowledges and continues.

"Do you pledge personal loyalty and vassalship to me, Oberon of Amber?"

Jake believes this question was covered two questions ago, but goes along with it, considering it a way of asking "Are you sure?"

"Yes, Your Majesty. You have my personal loyalty and vassalship for as long as I still live."

"That is good."Oberon says and taps him on the shoulders and head,"Arise Sir Knight."

"You are the Knight Bachelor of the Order of St. Germain." Oberon says shortly. "You may return to your seat."

"Good. I want not only the loyalty due to me as King but to me personally." Oberon explains," I would not to leave you ingenuously sitting there. Now kneel."

Oberon then will draw his sword and makes a swish as if to cut off Jake's head but stops short of his neck by an inch. "Damn. I am getting out of practice. That should have been a quarter inch." He shakes his head.

"I guess I will have to get Benedict and Paolo to play with me or I can always invade Linchester and put Blake's head on a flagpole and see who salutes." Oberon says to himself.

Jake doesn't flinch....

"You are also named to the new order that I have Created."

He taps Jake on both shoulders with that big pattern sword. "Did I terrify you, Boy?" he chuckles evilly.

"I just pledged my life to you. If you choose to take it so soon, so be it. I trust His Majesties judgement."

"Arise, Knight." he says as a couple pages scramble and place golden spurs on his shoes,

"You are Sir Jake of the Order of Ganelon. Know that you earned my favour and are so named."

Jake bows low and replies, "I am honored. Thank you."

When Jake's ceremony is done, he'll return to his assigned seat and wait for the next event.

The trumpets blare and the drums beat out a rapid beat and then the Heralds will call out:

"Will Her Highness, The Princess Jada, Countess of Westbury, do come forth and pledge to be the loyal vassal and subject of His Most Excellent, Royal and Imperial Majesty, King Oberon of Amber?"

There is a dark green velvet covered kneeling bench now in front of the throne with Oberon rising.

Jada solemnly approaches Obernon. Unfortuately, she stumbles over the hem of her dress and sprawls awkwardly in the general direction of the dark green velvet coverned kneeling bench.

She blushes deeply and looks up.

"Oops."

Oberon ignores the stumble and continues on pretending he saw nothing.

The servants help her up quickly wearing gloves to not the royal person.

A steward helps her to her knees like kneeling at prayer and her hands are placed in front of her in supplication as Oberon then places his hands outside hers.

There is a great shining silver two handed sword dragging on his hip in a loose scabbard as he comes to you.

He asks,"Are you the Princess Jada?"

"Yes, but right now, I wish I wasn't" She mumbles with her head down.

Oberon brushes that off,"Princess Jada is who you are." he states firmly.

Do you pledge Allegiance to His Majesty King Oberon of Amber and his lawful heirs as such a time as he chooses to select one?"

She looks up at Oberon. "Yes, I do."

"Do you swear fealty for your lands of the Shire of Westbury?"

She look a bit confused. "I thought I was going to have a ship? Do I still it?"

"Do you pledge personal loyalty and vassalship to me, Oberon of Amber?"

"Yes, sir."

"I will knight you, Girl." he says and taps her on the shoulders and head with his sword.

"I dub thee Dame Jada of the Order of St. Germain." Oberon says,"That order needs Dames too."

"Arise and return to your seat."

"One more is not able to be with us." Oberon says,"I have had reports that his life is in danger."

"I am naming His Highness, Prince Nathen, Earl of Sigismund. I will hold back his knighting until a safer time." Oberon adds.

He smiles to Rory,"See, I still can't do everything yet."

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