Simons face lights up as he hears the vows that he had thought about for so long repetead in front of him. He is a small man and the trimmed moustache only accentuates the weasel like features of his face. But for now he is happy. With confidence ringing in every syllable he intones proudly.
I, Simon de Montpierrem, swear:
To fear God and maintain His Church
To serve my liege in valour and faith
To protect the weak and defenceless
To never attack an unarmed foe
To speak truthfully at all times
To never abandon a comrade
To never refuse a challenge from an equal
Comrades in Arms, I am honoured by your presence here.
He bows to the Duc.
And of course it is a special honour to have the Lord of Champagne with us.
He raises a goblet himself.
And while our aspirations are high this definetly isn't one of those Orders.
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