The herald again spoke. The Princess Carline, daughter of the royal house.
The slim and graceful girl who made her entrance was the same age as the boys who stood below, but already beginning to show the poise and grace of one born to rule and the beauty of her late mother. Her soft yellow gown contrasted strikingly with her nearly black hair. Her eyes were Lyams blue, as their mothers had been, and Lyam beamed when his sister took their fathers arm. Even Arutha ventured one of his rare half smiles, for his sister was dear to him also.
Many boys in the keep harbored a secret love for the Princess, a fact she often turned to her advantage when there was mischief afoot. But even her presence could not drive the days business from their minds.
The Dukes court then entered. Pug and Tomas could see that all the members of the Dukes staff were present, including Kulgan. Pug had glimpsed him in the castle from time to time since the night of the storm, and they had exchanged words once, Kulgan inquiring as to his well-being, but mostly the magician was absent from sight. Pug was a little surprised to see the magician, for he was not properly considered a full member of the Dukes household, but rather a sometime adviser. Most of the time Kulgan was ensconced in his tower, hidden from view as he did whatever magicians do in such places.
The magician was deep in conversation with Father Tully, a priest of Astalon the Builder and one of the Dukes oldest aides. Tully had been adviser to the Dukes father and had seemed old then. He now appeared ancient at least to Pugs youthful perspective but his eyes betrayed no sign of senility. Many a keep boy had been impaled upon the pointed gaze of those clear grey eyes. His wit and tongue were equally youthful, and more than once a keep boy had wished for a session with Horsemaster Algons leather strap rather than a tongue-lashing from Father Tully. The white-haired priest could nearly strip the skin from a miscreants back with his caustic words.
Nearby stood one who had experienced Tullys wrath upon occasion, Squire Roland, son of Baron Tolburt of Tulan, one of the Dukes vassals. He was companion to both Princes, being the only other boy of noble birth in the keep. His father had sent him to Crydee the year before, to learn something of the management of the Duchy and the ways of the Dukes court. In the rather rough frontier court Roland discovered a home away from home. He was already something of a rogue when he arrived, but his infectious sense of humor and ready wit often eased much of the anger that resulted from his prankish ways. It was Roland, more often than not, who was Princess Carlines accomplice in whatever mischief she was embarked upon. With light brown hair and blue eyes, Roland stood tall for his age. He was a year older than the gathered boys and had played often with them over the last year, as Lyam and Arutha were frequently busy with court duties. Tomas and he had been boyish rivals at first, then fast friends, with Pug becoming his friend by default, because where Tomas was, Pug was certain to be nearby. Roland saw Pug fidgeting near the edge of the assembled boys and gave him a slight nod and wink. Pug grinned briefly, for while he was as often the butt of Rolands jokes as any other, he still found himself liking the wild young Squire.
After all his court was in attendance, the Duke spoke. Yesterday was the last day of the eleventh year of the reign of our Lord King, Rodric the Fourth. Today is the Festival of Banapis. The following day will find these boys gathered here counted among the men of Crydee, boys no longer, but apprentices and freemen. At this time it is proper for me to inquire if any among you wishes to be released from service to the Duchy. Are there any among you who so wish? The question was formal in nature and no response was expected, for few ever wished to leave Crydee. But one boy did step forward.
The herald asked, Who seeks release of his service?
The boy looked down, clearly nervous. Clearing his throat, he said, I am Robert, son of Hugen. Pug knew him, but not well. He was a netmenders son, a town boy, and they rarely mixed with the keep boys. Pug had played with him upon a few occasions and had a sense the lad was well regarded. It was a rare thing to refuse service, and Pug was as curious as any to hear the reasons.
The Duke spoke kindly. What is your purpose, Robert, son of Hugen?
Your grace, my father is unable to take me into his craft, for my four brothers are well able to ascend to the craft as journeymen and masters after him, as are many other netmenders sons. My eldest brother is now married and has a son of his own, so my family no longer has room for me in the house. If I may not stay with my family and practice my fathers craft, I beg your graces leave to take service as a sailor.
The Duke considered the matter. Robert was not the first village boy to be called by the lure of the sea. Have you found a master willing to take you into his company?
Yes, Your Grace. Captain Gregson, master of the ship Green Deep from Margraves Port is willing.
I know this man, said the Duke. Smiling slightly he said, He is a good and fair man. I recommend you into his service and wish you well in your travels. You will be welcomed at Crydee whenever you return with your ship.
Robert bowed, a little stiffly, and left the courtyard, his part in the Choosing done. Pug wondered at Roberts adventuresome choice. In less than a minute the boy had renounced his ties with his family and home and was now a citizen of a city he had never seen. It was custom that a sailor was considered to owe his loyalty to the city that was his ships home port. Margraves Port was one of the Free Cities of Natal, on the Bitter Sea, and was now Roberts home.
The Duke indicated the herald should continue.
The herald announced the first of the Craftmasters, Sailmaker Holm, who called the names of three boys. All three took service, and none seemed displeased. The Choosing went smoothly, as no boy refused service. Each boy went to stand next to his new master.
As the afternoon wore on and the number of boys diminished, Pug became more and more uncomfortable. Soon there were only two boys besides Pug and Tomas standing in the center of the court. All the Craftmasters had called their apprentices, and only two of the Dukes household staff beside the Swordmaster had not been heard from. Pug studied the group on the top of the steps, his heart pounding with anxiety. The two Princes regarded the boys, Lyam with a friendly smile, Arutha brooding on some thought or another. The Princess Carline was bored by the entire affair and took little pains to hide the fact, as she was whispering to Roland. This brought a disapproving look from Lady Marna, her governess.
Horsemaster Algon came forth, his brown-and-golden tabard bearing a small horsehead embroidered over his left breast. The Horsemaster called the name of Rulf, son of Dick, and the stocky son of the Dukes stableman walked over to stand behind the master. When he turned, he smiled condescendingly at Pug. The two boys had never gotten along, the pock-scarred boy spending many hours taunting and tormenting Pug. While they both worked in the stable under Dick, the stableman had looked the other way whenever his son sprang a trap on Pug, and the orphan was always held responsible for any difficulty that arose. It had been a terrible period for Pug, and the boy had vowed to refuse service rather than face the prospect of working next to Rulf the rest of his life.
Housecarl Samuel called the other boy, Geoffry, who would become a member of the castles serving staff, leaving Pug and Tomas standing alone. Swordmaster Fannon then stepped forward, and Pug felt his heart stand still as the old soldier called, Tomas, son of Megar.