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Part 41:
"I understand that you may want to punish him yourself. But the only ones with the rights to mete justice to Chevaliers are Chevaliers and the Royal Guard."
"I will be pleased to stand—"
"Wait." Mira looked up as Alistair spoke.
Alistair. Her heart broke again. He would never forgive her. How could he? She couldn't forgive herself.
"How does one become a Chevalier?"
"You must be vetted by at least two Chevaliers, and you must best one in combat." The old woman on the chair told him primly.
"I will vet him," said one of the Chevaliers, a handsome man with blond hair who winked at Leliana when he was done speaking.
Another one, young and bashful chimed in, "I will vet him as well, Lady Adjudicator."
The woman on the chair was smiling like a satisfied cat now. "Very well." She turned and Mira saw Chevalier Montreux standing in shackles between two men, his eyes wild with rage.
She trembled, and Wynne's hold on her tightened slightly. "He can never hurt you again," she said, low and even in Mira's ear.
It was slim comfort.
"Do you wish the opportunity to redress the grievances against you?"
He nodded curtly, glaring at Mira and causing her to shrink against Wynne again.
"Then you will agree to fight this Warden?"
"Sure," Montreux said. "And when I win?"
"When you win, you will be sentenced by your fellow Chevaliers, with leniency in mind." She turned to look at the blond Chevalier. "Do you agree, Chevalier Fontaine?"
He looked over at Alistair, as if assessing him. After a few moments, he turned and looked at the Adjudicator. "Let it be so."
"Then it shall be so."
