up at him, large and alluring, possessing both an innocence and an eagerness, neither of which ever seemed to wane. She smiled at him, and for a moment Soth felt himself grow weak.
He turned back to face Lord Mordren. 'With all my heart.'
Lord Mordren smiled and nodded approvingly.
'Do you, Korinne Gladria, take Lord Loren Soth, to be your wedded husband, to love him with a pure and loyal heart, and to honor him and the Oath and the Measure, the knightly code by which he has vowed to live his life?'
Korinne turned from Lord Mordren and gazed upon her husband to be. Her eyes were alight with something akin to pure joy, and her smile was broad, as much from relief as from happiness.
The moment had finally come.
Soth felt his heart skip a beat. Here was possibly the greatest moment of the young Soth's life. In the span of days he'd been inducted into the highest order within the Knights of Solamnia, had been instituted as the new Lord of Knightlund, and now, he was to be wedded to one of the most beautiful and loving women in all of Solamnia, no, the entire continent of Ansalon if not Krynn itself.
Forgotten were the indiscretions of his father, the murders committed by Caradoc on his behalf.
The past was behind him now and he was anxious to begin life anew as a
Knight of the Rose. To start fresh with new resolve to live his life according to the Oath and the Measure. And he was eager to start living his other new life, that of a husband, the head of a family, and a father to the heir of the Soth legacy.
If only she would say the words.
'With all my heart,' she said.
Lord Mordren nodded, then turned to Soth. 'You may kiss her, if you wish.'
Soth turned to face his new bride. Lady Korinne Soth, and gently lifted the veil over her head. Her pale skin was soft, smooth and flawless, radiating a vibrant glow full of love, life and happiness. Her copper-colored hair curled and shimmered like flames in the light of the midday sun which had just started to break through the clouds in earnest. He hesitated for a moment, admiring her beauty, then leaned forward, bending at the waist so their lips could meet.
A rousing cheer rose up around them as the guests, some of whom had been waiting for this one moment for months, shouted their enthusiastic approval of the marriage.
The kiss lasted a long, long time, with neither Soth nor Gladria wishing for it to end.
But when the cheering lessened somewhat, Lord Mordren cleared his throat, interrupting the newlyweds' kiss, and allowing the ceremony to be completed.
'You are now husband and wife. Go forth and live with love, honor, wisdom, and above all loyalty to one another, now and forever.'
Another cheer from the crowd.
Minstrels began to play, The couple turned to face the assembly, then slowly began walking down the center aisle left open between the benches filled to capacity with family, friends and fellow knights. Their path, which led around toward the other side of the keep, was carpeted with multi-colored rose petals.
After they'd passed through the crowd of guests, the rest of their way was lined with Knights of the Sword who'd drawn their weapons and crossed them over the aisle to form a canopy under which the couple could walk.
The gesture was an unexpected tribute, and Soth was both surprised and honored by it. As he walked under the arc of gleaming swords held aloft by his fellow knights, he began to think about how everything to do with the wedding had been so right, so wonderful. It was as if the wedding had been blessed by Paladine himself, perhaps even Mishakal as well.
Soth looked up to offer thanks, and noticed that the sun was finally shining brightly for the first time that day.
As the day wore on, the clouds continued to dissipate, leaving the hot summer sun of Fierswelt to blaze down upon the festivities, making it warmer than was welcome.
But, considering the questionable weather conditions that had started the day, no one was complaining, especially the women, whose new gowns and dresses would have been all but ruined by any sudden downpour.
That the Vingaard River valley enjoyed some of the most advantageous weather on the continent of Ansalon was never more evident than on this day. After a three month winter in which the fields had lain fallow, there had come the two short months of spring used for planting. Indeed much of the planting this season had been done in specific preparation for today's wedding feast. And now the people of Knightlund were finally able to reap and enjoy the fruits of their labor.
Strewn across the long tables set out in rows were barrels and bowls full of fresh fruits and vegetables, including four different kinds of apples, three different kinds of squash, two kinds of tomatoes and as many different other 'greens' as had ever been grown in the fertile valley to the north and west of Dargaard Keep.
There were even other delicacies from such places as Istar, Silvanesti and Ergoth, all of which had been brought by guests or sent as gifts to the bride and groom by friends who were unable to attend.
At one end of the food tables, several fires were being stoked as many different types of game were being roasted, a process that filled the air with an enticing aroma which promised that today's meal would be the best many had ever tasted.
At the other end of the food tables were barrels of ale, casks of wine and pitchers of sweetwater, all properly dulled with ice and snow brought down from the whitecapped peaks of the Dargaard Mountains especially for the occasion.
And above the tables filled with food and the others lined with guests,
Lord Soth and his Lady Korinne sat at the high table set upon a slight rise in the ground, a setup which gave the couple a place of honor and allowed their guests to offer congratulations while the festivities were underway.
'Lord Soth,' said Colm Farold, a young Knight of the Sword who had stepped up to the high table to make his offering of a wedding gift.
'While I have not brought a gift I can hold in my hand, I nevertheless offer you something more valuable than any gift of material wealth.'
Farold paused. 'I offer you my undying loyalty as a Knight of the
Sword.' He dropped down on one knee before Soth's table and bowed his head deeply.
For a moment Soth was made speechless by the gesture.
He knew he had the loyalty of many of the knights in attendance such as
Caradoc, and Wersten Kern, and could count on several others when their services were required, but to have a knight as distinguished as Farold publicly declare his loyalty was a rare thing indeed.
Soth got up from the high table. 'Thank you Knight Farold. I'm deeply touched by your pledge-one that I assure you is priceless in value. My only hope is that I can prove myself worthy of your loyalty.' A pause.
'Arise, and welcome to Dargaard Keep.'
A cheer erupted from the guests as Farold rose to his feet. After a nod to Soth and Lady Korinne he returned to his seat, receiving applause and congratulations every step of the way.
The presentation of wedding gifts carried on for quite some time, and after a while it became apparent that many of the wedding guests were of a similar mind. No less than five cradles were set up in front of the high table, ranging in style from simple wooden bassinets made by
Knightlund farmers to gilded wood and metal cradles fixed upon wheels to allow them to be easily moved from one part of the keep to another.
But despite the number of duplicates, Soth and Korinne had accepted each gift with the same courteous and gracious 'thank you,' and even laughed heartily (if not politely) each and every time the inevitable jokes were made about the number of children the couple would be expected to have considering the number of cradles they now had to fill.
But at last the presentation of gifts came to an end.
Guests finished their meals and suddenly became eager to walk the grounds surrounding the keep, or else loosen the waistbands of their britches so that they might more easily partake in the rest of the day's planned
