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"Aaaahh but some yokes are heavier than others, I had thought about petitioning the Imperial Overseer for govenorship myself..."
"Aaaahh but some yolks are heavier than others, I had thought about petitioning the Imperial Overseer for govenorship myself..."

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"The imperial yoke is still the Imperial yoke"
"The imperial yolk is still the Imperial yolk"

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Jamal immediately stands to embrace his surrogate son, the fear and anxiety over his ward's fate fading away as he entered the room. After a couple of moments, he step back, and listens to what Abul has been saying...
"Master, I am so glad that you have survived, when I fell from the Cradle I thought that I would never see you again."
Jamal replies, "I had feared that you had died when the Cradle was boarded at Pavis. When I heard that you had been taken, it was all
that the legion could do to prevent me tearing the city apart to look for you. Only reports of Duke Raus's good character and the need to defend the innocent Giant child could prevent me from so doing"
"When I fell, I feared that Idovanus would take me for his own, such was the commotion and bloodshed. But I survive and stayed hidden
under the water and swam down stream away from the conflict, until I set foot on land"
"I was luck that in my exhaustion and delirium that I spoke my first words in our native tongue, as the nearest soldiers where from the
Duke's personal guard. They recognised my speech and brought me here. The Duke has been very kind, and looked after me here, but I have been anxious to hear news of you, as many fell on the Cradle."
Jamal replies "Yes, you have been lucky Abul, and I thank the merciful Idovanus for this. Most of the legion survived the Cradle, and our
subsequent adventures, but much has changed since we were parted."
With this Jamal launches into a coverage of events since the Cradle, the Duke listening politely in the background , and the serving girls
attending to the three as Jamal talks. He looks surprised and slightly shocked as Jamal recounts the fall of Derenx at the Humakti temple, is thoughtful as he hears of Abyad swearing vassalage to Jamal, but stays quiet nonetheless.
As Jamal's story comes to an end, Abul's pipes in, "So you have been busy master".
At this Jamal regards his ward seriously "Abul, you have no longer a need to call me master. I can see that you have reached the age where you are about to pass into manhood, and once you have passed your Bhar'vat, you then have your choice, as any man has, of whom your master shall be. Indeed even if you choose to have a master"
At this point the Duke joins the conversation. "Jamal and I have talked a little of this matter. You will need a sponsor for your Bhar'vat, and I would be honoured to be your sponsor, and continue your training as part of my retinue."
Jamal joins in "As would I Abul, but the choice is yours, with not pressure or ill feeling from any party, whatever the outcome"
Abul looks anxiously from Jamal to Raus and back again, and sips his sherbet as if to moisten a dry palette.
"I..I.." he stammers, then remembering that he is soon to become a man and steadies himself "My Lord Duke has been very generous in
taking me in and looking after me. And he has often spoken of my taking a place at his side, not only as his vassal, but also as his family."
The Duke nods.
"But despite his kindness, I feel that I cannot accept his kind offer. My path lies with that of the legion, if you would sponsor my membership Jamal"
He says referring to his former master by his name for the first time."This I will do gladly" Jamal replies. Jamal hesitates for a second, "Also I would like to offer you a place in the family of al'Kathoum, if you would take that name and burden"
Abul smiles, "I would like nothing better"
The Carmanian ceremony of passage into manhood is short yet heavy with meaning. The sponsor of the boy leads him into the Idovanian
church. His head covered with the traditional plain sacking cloth, the drone of the liturgy filling the air around them.
The sponsor is presents the supplicant to the head liturgist, who halts the droning and addresses the supplicant directly.
"Who stands before the gates of manhood asking for entry?"
"I, Abul al'Kathoum present myself for entry to manhood", the supplicant replies.
"Do you promise to follow the light and the truth of the Divine Idovanus, may his name be blessed through the ages?"
"The blessed light of Idovanus will be my guide" replies the supplicant.
"Do you reject and repudiate the lies of the Deceiver and promise only to follow the Sword's path of Truth?"
The supplicant replies "I reject the Deceiver and all his lies and falsehoods" he says spitting on the ground.
"Will you follow the Knightly ideal of Karmanos and Syranthir, following the way truth in piety and humility before the light of Idovanus?"
Here there has been a reversion from the modern practice, as the name of Aronius Joranthir has been omitted.
"This I swear" replies the supplicant.
The liturgist looks long into the eyes of the supplicant, then happy with his responses, he leads the supplicant to the lectern, where the White Book rests.
Here the supplicant starts to read from the passage in the original ancient Carmanian, the deeds and teaching of Lord Karmanos. He reads the passage slowly for about an hour, before the liturgist nods, and the supplicant steps down from the lectern.
Here the sponsor steps forward, to administer the most important part of the ceremony, "The Blow". To hold back in the strike is considered to be most shaming upon the supplicant, and the sponsor strikes with all his might.
The reaction of the supplicant to "The Blow" is said to be the measure of the man he will become.
The supplicant is sent sprawling by the strike. He lies on the floor for a second then climbs to his feet and stands before the sponsor,
offering his other cheek to be struck.
At this a great cheer is raised through-out the hall, and the liturgist replaces the sacking head covering with that of gold, embroidered with the heraldic marks of the supplicant new House. He who had entered as a boy, leaves as a man.
The celebrations in the garden last well into the night, Abul is not the only boy raised into manhood this day, and Jamal glances over to
where he and is new friends are quickly becoming sodden with drink. It looks like he will have much more than a sore jaw in the morning, Jamal muses.
As he is thinking this, he does not see Raus approaching with an unfamiliar figure, and as he turns Jamal makes an involuntary start at the sight of the woman. She is small, obviously Spolite, and in late middle-age with closely cropped greying hair. This in itself is unremarkable, aside from a woman being in such a testosterone-charged atmosphere. What caused Jamal's surprise is that she wears the Dry Bone Medallion and other regalia of the Order of St Abbassar, the speakers of the rituals of the dead.
"Jamal may I introduce, Jakkanna, she has been anxious to meet you"
Jamal swallows, almost audibly, but recovers his composure enough to reply, "Indeed, I am honoured to make your acquaintance my lady"
"Honoured perhaps, but certainly surprised" she replies dryly.
Raus coughs lightly, he like Jamal, is slightly uncomfortable in the woman's presence. "The lady Jakkanna has a request to ask of you,
which I would consider it a great honour if you would look kindly upon it"
Jamal shoots the Duke a swift glance as if to say "Thanks a lot, what have you committed me to"
Jakkanna resumes the conversation. "I have recently come to these barbarian lands, and have become fascinated with the customs and
teachings of this place. What interests me especially is the servants of the 'god' that they call 'hooomakt'. This seems to be very much
like the blessed Hum'Akt of our homeland, but rather different. His followers seem rather more concerned with the ways of honour and,
of more interests to me, the laying of the unquiet spirits of the dead than the Hum'Akt that I am used to. I would like a chance to study this further, and the Duke here has mentioned that you have close dealings with the native 'hooomakt-i' here, and I would request a chance to join your retinue to further my interest."
Jamal shoots another glance at the Duke as if to say "You owe me one."
Jamal replies, "My Lady, the honour would be all mine"
"Perhaps" Jakkanna replies, "and of course in repayment I would be happy to continue the instruction of your squire there" she says
indicating the drunken figure of Abul.
Jamal grins "I'm sure he will be delighted at your wise guidance."
Jakkanna breaks into a smile at this "That I severely doubt."
OOC This is the first part of (probably) three, I just wanted to get part of this posted

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