Boons and Rewards (24 Apr 2003) A week after the challenge, the heroes of Mirari are honored by the king and queen.

Has it been only a week?

It seems like an eternity ago that the Lord Explorer Thomas, Lady Redmane, and Princess Angel faced the Destroyer in Pelles's Challenge Hall. It seems dreamlike now, the battles that they fought against the Destroyer's hordes, driving them back from the walls of the Palace of All Seasons, the storming of the Destroyer's keep, the revival of Ariel ... calling Richard Kuning, revoking the Rule of the Year so that time could pass normally in Mirari without the ascension of a King, and then ... finding themselves confronted with the now apparently impossible task, that of behaving normally about their parents or guardians.

Richard Kuning arrived the following day in Ainigton, and met with them all at Harcourt Manor. "You have succeeded beyond my wildest dreams," he said, kneeling to hug Alice. "Yet there remains much to be done within Mirari, none of which will, I think, require your hands. I would ask you all to remain in Ainigton for the time being, and to rest and regain your strength. Yes, even you, daughter. I shall send a messenger for you all when the time is right."

Time never seemed to pass so slowly before. Tom put his silver sword away in his tree fort; Agatha stored her iron sword and lance, and her silver armor. There seemed a mutual compact not to enter Mirari or even to pretend, lest whatever subtle adjustments King Marc had to made would be jostled.

But in Mirari, many things, large and small, are afoot.

The Mews
This is the name jestingly given the Golden Hawks headquarters, which was a large stable renovated into offices and quarters for the Golden Hawks in residence, surrounding a court in the middle. Horses are still stabled here as well, evident from the smell and the bales of hay stacked at the far side, but Persian carpets and tapestries make the living quarters quite comfortable, and several fireplaces are alight, wafting smoke into the sky, heating the headquarters to a toasty warm temperature within. The streets wind around this area, allowing Golden Hawks to slip in and out by any number of ways.

A young fey knight rides into the courtyard of the Mews, riding on a splendid white charger. He dismounts, his long blond hair blowing around his face in the light breeze as he takes his bearings. In these days of peace, he goes unarmored, though he still carries a sword. The gold lion of April rears on his blue tabard. He speaks, briefly,with a stable hand who comes to greet him. The boy points to one of the offices above, and the knight nods his thanks, following these directions.

Inside one of the interior passages, the knight encounters a young auburn-haired woman emerging from an office.

With her hands full of rolled parchment and her mind obviously on other matters, Hannah nearly collides with the blonde knight. She halts at the last second with a startled, "Oh!" and two of the maps are jostled from her grip. Her eyes widen when she sees just who it is that she almost ran into, but she gives the man a delighted smile in spite of her embarrassment. "Sir Tristan! How good to see you again," she says in greeting, then gestures with her handfuls of parchment. "I do apologize for this. It's just that you startled me. What brings you to the Mews?"

Sir Tristan executes an elegant bow to the young Hawk, saying, "Nay, my lady, the fault is mine." Rising, he offers her a pleased, almost shy, smile. "In fact, Lady Hannah, I have come in search of yourself. I have ... a boon to ask, if my lady would be so kind as to hear me out?"

Hannah kneels and picks up the maps that have fallen to the floor, but stops at his words. "You do?" she blurts out, her face flushing crimson a moment later when she realizes how awkward that must have sounded. "Ah. Yes. Of course I will hear you out." She rises and cranes her head back to peer into the room she just left, then turns again to the blonde man. "If you wish to speak privately, we may use this office. It is vacant at present."

The knight stoops to finish gathering the scrolls for her, his normally pale face looking redder than usual. "I am sorry for startling you," he says, abashed. "I -- yes, m'lady. That would be most kind of you." He rises, holding the remaining papers.

Hannah smiles her thanks and leads Tristan into the office. It is a small room with a long table in the center, a few chairs set around that, and several charts pinned up along one wall. A window set into the opposite wall allows the bright sunlight of spring to stream inside. The young woman shuts the door behind them and places the maps she holds onto the table, then offers the knight a seat. "It's not much, but it serves well enough to hold a conversation in," Hannah says lightly.

The young knight sets the papers he carried in on the table with the others, but remains standing. His eyes are on Hannah, rather than the room or the offered chair. When she finishes speaking, he smiles, but does not quite meet her gaze. "It is perfection. Ah ... as to the matter on which I have come .... " He rests the fingers of one hand against the table, toying with the edge of a sheet of paper. "As I am sure my lady is aware, there is to be a celebration in honor of the new Spring, and the King's return, and all that Mirari has won in recent Days. I had hoped that, if it is not too much to ask, my lady might do me the very great honor of permitting me to escort her to this celebration?" When Sir Tristan finally has all the words out, he at last meets her gaze, giving her another hesitant smile.

Such a period of silence follows the knight's question that he briefly wonders if the lady has heard him at all. At long last, Hannah draws in a deep breath and answers, "I would like that very much, sir knight. The honor would be all mine." She then takes a hesitant step towards Tristan and holds one hand out to him. Gently, Hannah adds, "There. I offer you my hand upon it, as well as my word."

Reverently, Sir Tristan takes her hand in his larger one, and bows to brush a kiss over her knuckles. "I thank you, Lady Hannah, for your great kindness. I will strive to be worthy of your words." He sounds completely sincere, as he rises, still holding her hand lightly in his own. "Though I cannot imagine how I could be." He looks into her eyes for a moment, his expression oddly sober, almost lost in wonder.

Back in Ainigton, Maximillan and Sabrina's visit to Ainigton came to a close, but not without a last hurrah at Foxworthy's. There, Sabrina teased Simon horribly about the handsome appearance he cut as a knight, Maximillan returned the statue of Ariel to Alice - now repaired so adroitly by Kia that scarcely a crack showed - and they obtained everyone's addresses with promises of sending letters.

And then ... a crow rapped at Alice's window, a tiny scroll with a royal wax seal strapped to its leg. "Hello," said Ryland. "Hello!"

Mirari has shed the cloak of endless winter, and though there are still patches of snow here and there that linger, a last reluctant icicle clinging to a shaded eave, sunlight glows off of the mosaics of roof tiles, and grass springs verdantly from the sides of the slender walks of the Royal Park, gemmed with flowers. The air is rich with perfumes.

King Marc of Umbrecht is still an old man here, but adorned by the royal velvets of his office, he looks much more imposing than he did in Ainigton, his face deep and lined. By him is Queen Seraph, radiantly beautiful, the Lord Protector Melchizedek and the Lady Ariel, Sir Theodore, and the Lords and Ladies of Mirari are in close attendance, along with the Lord Explorer Thomas, Lady Redmane, Princess Angel, who sits by the side of the Queen, Simon, Sir Lefallon, Rachel, and Hannah, and Ahearn, among others. The raven-haired sorceress Nymuae is not in evidence, but, curiously, a freckle-faced, strawberry-blond girl has a seat of honor among the others.

Beyond them, sitting on the lower level of the stage, are the defenders of Mirari, both those who stood on the walls and those who came in the eleventh hour to help drive back the endless hordes; among them, Redmane and Angel can make out Caradoc, a Foroove and Sir Tristan, and Thomas can recognize Minstrel Sam and many of the Golden Hawks from the Mews and from Hawksmoor Keep. And beyond them is what seems like every man, woman, and creature that lives in Mirari, now crowded into the edges of the park and sitting on the roofs and looking out from the balconies of the nearby buildings, waving and cheering loudly.

For what seems like forever, King Marc has retold the true story of the war against the Destroyer, beginning with the death of Prince Richard, continuing with his bid to protect Princess Angel and seek out the prophesied answer to the riddles that faced him in the strange land of Ainigton, and how Princess Angel, returned to Mirari through chance or fate, unmasked the false Lord April while the Lord Explorer Thomas and Lady Redmane sought out the true Lord April, and how together they challenged the Destroyer and restored Lady Ariel. And together, they changed the Rules of Mirari.

"There is no reward great enough to repay you for the trials you have endured upon our behalf," King Marc says, turning to those seated by his side. "And yet, we must show our gratitude somehow. We ask that you accept these small tokens of our appreciation."

"Lord Explorer Thomas." He beckons for the wild-haired young man to rise and approach.

Thomas rises, trying not to look momentarily stunned. With a quick adjustment to the clean and well tailored overcoat he wears, he strides toward King Marc. "Milord, even though seeing Mirari in a new spring and have a brighter future is in itself quite a reward," he says with a smile. "I am willing and honored to accept what you offer us beyond that."

The King smiles at Tom's words. "And we had hoped that you would be. In recognition of your journeys, our artisans have restored the ship upon which you and your companionshave arrived, and the Lady Ariel has ensorcelled it with one of her feathers, so that it may fly through the air as it did when the djinn Nashita brought it here. We have takenthe liberty of renaming it 'Wanderer'. Now that you know what we offer, Lord Explorer, will you accept our gift?"

"I ... Milord, I would be extremely honored to accept such a gift," Thomas replies, after a few moments of silence. He looks as if he wants to say something else, but instead bows low and says, "Thank you."

"No, my lord. You forget to whom we owe thanks today." The King touches Tom's shoulder, in a gesture of camaraderie and appreciation, then gestures for Tom to be seated again.

Thomas nods with a grin, then says, "A great many people, one of which I am happy to be. Thank you again." He turns and salutes to the gathered crowd, then walks back to his seat and settles into it quietly.

The King turns to the next among those assembled on the lower stage. "Lady Redmane. In admiration of your heroic deeds and valor in battle, we do offer you the county of Eadoin, where laid your lands of old. We had thought to name the county Redmane, but we shall defer to your choice here, to be made now or at a later time. Will you accept our gift?"

The red-haired knight is momentarily frozen in surprise, but knows enough of courtly manners not to ask the King if he's kidding or not. "I... of course I accept, Your Highness," Redmane says, bowing to hide a blush. A whole county! "I pledge to manage it wisely and with compassion."

"I am certain your people will appreciate your benevolent hand, Lady Redmane." The King smiles to her, then turns to the little blond child beside Redmane.

"Princess Angel. For your fearlessness in unmasking the false Lord April and summoning Sir Theodore from his sleep to aid us in our darkest hours, we do ask that you accept Kuon, our master huntsman, to act as your servant in this world or the other, and to guard you from harm." In a quieter voice, one pitched to be heard by those nearby, King Marc says, "If only so that your Royal Parents may sleep better at night, my daughter."

As if on cue, Master Huntsman Kuon, a small man with greying brown hair, rises from his place, and sweeps off his hat in a bow to the princess. The feather in his cap wags enthusiastically at the motion, reminiscent of something distinctly ... canine.

"Oh!" exclaims the princess. She flushes as she curtsies to her royal father. "Of course, Daddy!" she answers quickly and with much enthusiasm. "I would be honored to accept. And I would be glad, truly, to have the master huntsman as my servant and guardian. And more so because he is my dear friend. And I adore him immensely, even if he is not so fond of bows." She then offers second curtsey to Kuon though in consideration of station this second curtsey is more shallow. It is, however, none the less heartfelt for all that.

"I do appreciate your understanding of my little flaws, your Highness," Kuon says dryly, but with a smile. He walks over to take his place by Angel's seat.

When Kuon sits down, the princess reaches over and brushes some stray hairs off his arm and shoulder before she leans to give him a hug. It is, after all, the way of little girls to fuss over their dogs. And the princess wastes no time in doting upon hers.

With a smile to his daughter, the King turns to the young woman sitting quietly beside her. "Lady Sorceress Nymuae. For your tireless efforts in defending Mirari from all manners of threats, there is little that the Crown may offer that you do not or cannot already possess, but you shall find that a trust fund has been established in your name, should you wish to return to Ainigton, and that you will find therein sufficient monies to assure your tuition in any college to which you should seek admission."

The young woman with strawberry blond hair takes a moment before reacting, her cheeks flushing. Finally, she stands, and curtseys to the king. "Your Majesty ... I ... I do not know what to say. But I thank you, and accept your kind gift." She looks flustered, even though she seems to have no qualms regarding the offered present.

"It is far less than we owe you, my lady." The King continues with the brown-haired boy amongst the assembled. "Simon. Though your history here has proven troubled, Mirari nevertheless accepts that you have always sought its betterment. Should you wish to remain in Mirari, Lord April has proposed to accept you as a page, under his tutelage, and none could ask for a better teacher."

Simon gulps. "I..." He looks to his mortal friends, and then to the true Lord April, so like and yet unlike the false one he knew, before standing more firmly and nodding. "I do accept, Your Majesty, and I thank Lord April for his kindness. I only hope to live up to his, and your expectations."

Thomas nudges Simon and whispers, "You'll do fine. Have faith in yourself. Just don't go all lordly on me, eh?" He grins.

Simon grins at Thomas privately, "Like they'd trust me with a title. But it beats living with my uncle."

Lord April smiles back to Simon, inclining his head in appreciation. The faerie lord looks more relaxed and at ease than the children have ever seen him, the formal court attire as comfortable on him as old jeans.

The award ceremony continues. "Sir Lefallon. You have stood by the Lord Explorer Thomas throughout his journeys, and fought valiantly for Mirari in its darkest hours. Kneel."

Sir Lefallon, a veritable twin to Simon save that he stands here in his armor, walks forward to kneel before the King. "Aye, my lord," he says with a barely audible tremor in his voice.

Leaning over slightly, Redmane whispers to Thomas, "However will you be able to tell them apart?"

Thomas whispers back, "Easy. I think Sir Lefallon finally found confidence in himself. Our Simon is still learning that, I think."

Simon, sitting by Thomas, pokes him in the side. "Hey, he looks nothing like me!" he whispers insistently. "Well, a little."

Lord Melchizedek steps forward on the platform, Lady Ariel's wing rustling as her feathers slide from his back. He bends his neck and bows his head to touch the tip of his horn to Lefallon's left shoulder, then to his right. "I dub thee a knight of the King's Guard, pledged to uphold the honor of the Crown, and to the defense of all Mirari. Rise, Sir Lefallon."

Thomas oofs quietly, then quirks a grin. "You could always grow your hair out, if it bothers you that much. Or dye it. Or shave it, or..," Thomas suggests in whisper.

Sir Lefallon gasps. "Aye, my lord!" he says, almost forgetting for a moment to actually rise until he notices the expectant look in Lord Melchizedek's eye. "I vow my life and service to Mirari."

Simon whispers to Tom, "I don't think you'll have any problems telling us apart." He grins.

"We expect no less of you," Lord Melchizedek says, solemn, before returning to his wife's side. But there's a hint of a twinkle in the black unicorn's eye. Even he, it seems, cannot remain entirely sober.

King Marc grins a moment before smoothing his expression. "Rachel of the Golden Hawks. For your bravery and steadfastness, both in Ainigton and in Mirari, we offer you the title of Ambassador to Ainigton, for a land on which our own depends so greatly must be recognized and understood. We can think of no person better suited to the position."

Thomas blinks and nearly coughs. He catches himself, then glances around, hoping no one saw that.

Rachel blinks several times. "My -- your Majesty!" She, like Redmane earlier, seems on the verge of asking if he's kidding. She catches herself in time, rising to curtsey. "I can think of no post I would rather hold, your Majesty," she manages, instead.

After a nod to Rachel, the King looks to another young woman beside the Hawk. "Hannah of November. We have spoken with your father..."

Hannah rises as King Marc directs his attention to her. She starts to bow, but suddenly seems to remember that she is wearing a gown this day rather than her usual comfortable trousers. She catches herself partway through the action and gives an awkward curtsey, instead. She also frowns worriedly at the mention of Lord November.

Sir Lefallon whoops! quietly as he returns to Redmane's side. "Royal knight! I've been worried for the longest time they were going to kick me out of the April Knights," he whispers.

Once she finally does let go of Kuon, Princess Angel twists to and reaches over to tap Rebecca's hand gently. "Do you expect that you'll return to the mortal world and use Father's gift? If so, I have a request of you if you'll honor it," she whispers.

"And he has agreed that he shall not oppose your action, should you wish to take service with the Golden Hawks," King Marc continues. "Lord Explorer Thomas, how say you?"

"Let me know if you need to learn how to groom a unicorn or pegasus," Redmane whispers back to Sir Lefallon, then winks and gives him a pat on the back of his hand.

Sir Lefallon blushes. "Um, I'm sure they have plenty of people who can..." He smiles, realizing Redmane was joking.

Thomas quirks a wicked grin. "Well, I don't know..." he starts to say. "She's been headstrong, opinionated, determined, and doesn't always follow orders ... I'd say she'd be a perfect member. I'd be honored to have her officially join us. Anyone who can think as well on her feet as Hannah would be a boon to any organization." He grins and nods toward Hannah. "I'll sign you in officially tonight."

Hannah's face breaks into a grateful smile as she nods to Thomas. "Thank you, Lord Explorer. I am truly honored by your compliments." As she sinks into her seat once more, she leans over to press something into the palm of Thomas' hand. When he opens his fingers, he sees his emerald brooch. "There, Thomas. I hereby absolve myself of the responsibility of having to keep this charming brooch for you. What you do with it now -" here Hannah's gaze flickers over to where Rachel is seated, "- is completely up to you." She arches one eyebrow and smiles.

Thomas simply grins. "A little stress builds character. Your expression was priceless when I gave it to you during the battle," he teases Hannah in whisper.

Hannah whispers back to Thomas, "I'm sure. As was yours for just a split-second. Have to keep you on your toes, you know."

"Many more of you are heroes who stood on the wall and defended Mirari against the endless hordes that sought to bring it low, who came to Mirari's aid in its eleventh hour, and you shall be recognized this day," King Marc continues. "Yet before I continue, of those who have done the most, who have seen the Destroyer brought to an end at last, and begun a new dawn for Mirari, I ask: is there any boon that you would have of the Court?"

"Quite so. Though, you might want to be careful. I could make your assignment to wear a dress for a year ... for endurance training of course," Thomas teases in whisper and winks.

Redmane turns her attention away from Thomas and Hannah's exchange, and refocuses on the King, considering his offer.

Hannah looks shocked and nudges the Lord Explorer. "One should not even joke about such things," she replies solemnly.

The princess's lifts her hand. "There is a boon I would like to ask of the court, Da- your Majesty, but it is not for me," she answers.

"Speak it, my princess," King Marc says, smiling to her.

The little girl returns the smile. "Should ever a man named John Cortlynn journey to the lands of Mirari, I would ask the court to please treat him kindly, and offer," she pauses as she works out the words before continuing, " ... to offer him a place among us that he might find happiness."

The King turns to his wife, who offers a slight, puzzled shrug. Next to Angel, Rebecca bites her lip, but says nothing. King Marc says, "By your request, so shall it be, Princess Angel. If ever a man given that name comes to these lands, he shall be treated kindly, in your honor. Let it be so recorded, and never forgotten."

"Thank you, Dad- your Majesty," says the little princess. She stands again, curtsies to her mother and father, and then retakes her seat.

"I have one small one, too. And like the Princess, for someone else," Thomas says and stands. "I would ask if the Court, or if Lord April, would build a memorial to Randall of April, in recognition for the work he did during his life, and as a reminder of what he suffered after it. It need not be anything fancy or large. I just don't want him and his sacrifice to be forgotten."

"If I may, your majesty," Lord April says, glancing to the King. Marc nods, and April continues, "There is a statue in honor of a Hawk of that name on my demesne, already. He has not been forgotten. But I shall see to it that his memorial receives all due attention; much has been neglected on my lands, these last several Months."

Thomas nods and then bows. "Thank you, Milord," Thomas replies and quirks a grin. "Already, my list of places to revisit grows," he says, then settles back into his chair.

Tom leans over to Agatha and whispers, "Should we offer the Lord Protector the rulebook now and ask him to look after it, if he wishes? Or if not, whom would he suggest?"

"I would request that the restoration of Harcourt Manor in Ainigton continue," Redmane says, smiling to the King. "After all, if Mirari is to have an Ambassador, then it stands to reason it will require an Embassy." And maybe I can keep my part-time job taking care of the stables then, she thinks privately.

Rachel breaks into a grin at Redmane's suggestion, and the King nods his head to Redmane. "As you ask, so shall it be, Countess. As it meets with my Ambassador's liking, let Harcourt Manor be her Embassy."

"Um, and just one thing, Your Majesties," Simon says, embarrassed-looking to both King Marc and Queen Seraph. "I'd like to say I'm sorry about telling everyone that you were gone and that they should rise up against the Queen and all that. I thought it was the right thing to do, but well..." He trails off, ears red, and bows before sitting back down again.

"Should we offer them the Book now, or do it in private?" Redmane whispers to Thomas.

The princess stands up shortly after Simon sits down. "I would just like to say that I'm very sure Simon is sorry and that I know he only wanted to help the best way he knew how. And that I don't think he turned into a goblin. Thank you." She curtsies again and retakes her seat.

Thomas considers that. "Perhaps in private would be better," he replies in whisper. "We don't want to start anargument or some such."

King Marc smiles, relaxing just that tiny amount that made one realize there was any tenseness at all. "Your apology is gladly accepted, Simon, and I am sure that you will grow to become a valued member of the court." His eyes sweep across the heroes and his smile broadens. "Are there any other matters you wish addressed now, my friends? Mirari's gratitude has scarcely begun to be touched with these."

Angel turns to regard her friends further down the line. "Should we mention the Book now? because now would be the best book time to do so," she tells them.

Redmane whispers back, "It should be safe, I suppose. I don't think anyone will be plotting to steal it so soon after the Destroyer's defeat."

Adds the princess, "We should probably-maybe say the Rules should be written so no more Rules can be made. But that should happen after the Court decides if they're happy with the Rules."

"We'll have to turn it over to the Court to decide," Redmane whispers. "If we recommend a course of action, it might cause friction if they decide something different should be done."

Thomas stands. "Your Highness, my friends and I have come to an agreement on a boon we would like to offer to the Court," Thomas says and pulls the old rule book from a pack sitting near the group. "Here is the tome that binds the fabric of Mirari together. We offer two things: First, to close the rules when the Court is happy with them and to protect Mirari from further harm, and secondly, to offer it to the Lord Protector Melchizedek, to safeguard throughout the ages to come."

"We want to make your future forever your own," Thomas says with a smile.

"And to prevent anyone from ever fighting over the Rules again," adds Princess Angel.

A gasp runs across the audience like an ocean wave of sounds as King Marc stands. "Do you all agree to this?" he says, looking each of them in the eyes, from Lord Explorer Thomas to Lady Redmane to Princess Angel, and Simon and Nymuae, and Sir Lefallon and Hannah and Rachel. "It is a tempting thing, to have within one's hands the power to change the fabric of an entire universe."

Sir Lefallon nods, but Simon's agreement comes a shade more reluctantly, as if he recalls bold words over what he would have done with the Rules.

"Having a universe is hard work," replies Angel as she wrinkles he nose. "I'm always afraid we'll break it. I think it's better this way."

A shudder runs through Rebecca's frame. "Tempting to some, perhaps. When you have seen what it can do -- no. I want no part of this book, if the Lord Protector can keep it safe. Whatever powers I had or retain, I should gladly put to the cause of seeing this thing made safe and impotent to change Mirari."

Redmane nods to the princess's comment.

Rachel gives a heartfelt nod, as well.

Lord Melchizedek steps forward, and drops to one knee before the heroes. "I will accept this burden, and protect the Book with every resource at my command. It will be safe from any who would use it -- in whatever fashion, well-intentioned or otherwise."

Thomas nods. "We stand in agreement as you see. We have great faith in the Lord Protector's ability to safeguard them from harm," he says. "Your future should be defined as you see fit and the rules closed when you decide." Thomas places the book back in the pack. He then walks over to the Lord Protector and straps it loosely around his neck.

Once the everyone else has commented, Hannah adds quietly, "It is our future to command, Your Majesty. If we do not set it to how we wish it to be, then others will. So I agree to the Lord Explorer's offer, and to his choice of protector for our finished Rules, as well."

"Then shall we gratefully accept your gift, and to the Lord Protector Melchizedek's wisdom shall we bow in the matter of what shall be done with the Rules," King Marc says solemnly. He smiles, eyes crinkling. "It is a greater gift by far than the small things we have given you all. We shall strive to be good stewards to our land."

"We shall do better than strive," Lord Melchizedek says, glancing to his lady wife, then to the royal family and the heroes gathered. He tosses his fiery mane. "We shall succeed."

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