The High Queen's Vow [The Mystic Women of The Realm Series Book IV] by Robbie Collins Page A

Master.
    Sle'nel’ watched her lover, seeing her stand rigidly unmoving, seeing her stand in her most formal of manners, seeing her stand as strong and unwavering, yet seeing her eyes cast a sadness that reached well into eternity.
    The remaining Masters finally joined in the song, accompany the singers with drums giving forth their death roll. The song wailed and cried of the death of one of The Realm's great warriors, and The High Queen was pleased that Be'rn’ was receiving her proper due.
    The procession lasted for many moments, at a slow pace and with great dignity. Sle'nel’ saw that her lover's eyes never moved away from Be'rn's body.
    The Masters reached the funeral pyre and placed Be'rn's body gently upon it. The High Queen stepped close to the body, bringing Ern'seln with her. As the strangers and Masters continued Be'rn's final song, San'lr'in’ began her part of the ceremony by looking upward, raising her hands to the sky, then bringing them back to her, crossing them quickly, fisted, over her chest, as she bowed her head. With arms crossed over her breasts, she raised her head back to the sky.
    As the strangers and Masters continued singing the Master's funeral song, she began her portion of the ceremony, “Spirits of The Realm. Watchers of The Realm. Hear Me, as High Queen. The Realm is forced to relinquish a Great Master to you this turn. As we are greatly and deeply saddened for her departure, we also now celebrate her service to The Realm she so loved. Take her quickly to you, as this is Be'rn', the Great Third Master of The Realm. Guide her swiftly across the winds to her rest. We now honor her from this turn on, singing praises to her fully loyal and selfless deeds. And we all struggle to follow her generosity and steadfastness to The Realm. Her unshaken belief in her direction serves as the example we uphold. Her strength and dedication were that of a true Master, and of the greatest of Warriors."
    Unfolding her arms, she looked down at her, “Be'rn'. Master Teacher. Great Third Master. We are saddened in your departure from us. You have well earned your rest and our undying respect. You will be honored ever forward from this moment."
    She looked back up to the sky, her arms once again folded across her chest, but keeping her thoughts to herself, You take the wrong one this turn .
    She again unfolded her arms and returned her look to Be'rn', “I will miss you, Master Teacher.” As she kept her eyes upon Be'rn', all heard her say, “Here lies The Realm's most loyal of daughters. Here lies a life of dedication unequaled. Here lies a true warrior, and a true friend.” She raised her head to those who stood watching, “Who among you now takes her place? Who among you now completes her path?"
    She touched Ern'seln's shoulder lightly. Ern'seln moved close to her Birth-Mother, then looked at her High Queen, “I take her place, High Queen. As my Birth-Mother displayed, so shall I.” She turned back to her Birth-Mother, bowing her head, “Birth-Mother. Great Third Master. Master Teacher. I will miss you greatly."
    She moved back next to The High Queen. All the Masters and warriors then knelt onto one knee, clasped their fisted right hand to their heart, and bowed their head, “Master."
    After they rose, San'lr'in’ looked at Ern'seln, who nodded slightly to her. San'lr'in’ nodded to the sorcerers, who brought forward the torch. They handed it to Ern'seln, who took it and lit the pyre in several places. San'lr'in’ moved her hand slightly, raising the intensity of the fire, ensuring that the fire would burn hot and quick.
    When the fire engulfed Be'rn's body fully within it, San'lr'in’ closed her eyes for a moment, bowing her head, calling a spell to her. She opened her eyes, then reached into the fire with one hand, removing Be'rn's sword. She brought the red-hot glowing sword from the fire and held it close to her, holding it upright, while looking at it as if examining it.
    "A Master's sword.