The knights looked at each other.
Then someone said "For Percvale". It wasn't something quiet, instead it came out loud and rough and about thirty voices picked it up immediately, then more, until the whole courtyard was making that sound, the kind that came from the chest rather than the throat.
Even Garren.
He didn't shout, that wasn't the man's way, he looked way too mature, experience and aged that an act like that would be considered childish.
But he stood straight and on his face was something that hadn't been there before. Not just acceptance but actual belief.
With acceptance he could just accept what Darion had said, without actually being okay with it. But this wasn't it, this actual believe.
Darion stood in the middle of it and let himself feel pleased for exactly a moment.
