‘There are always two full knights on guard at the Royal Archives,’ Archedis said.
‘Not a library,’ one of the soldiers added.
‘I was just here overseeing a shift change,’ Archedis said, stepping up to me.
He was a lot more intimidating when standing. Silvery armor, rectangular face, a chin that could destroy small countries if it fell into the wrong hands. Sir Archedis was the type of knight that people stuck on recruitment posters.
‘Well,’ I said. ‘We came to investigate the Royal Archives—’
‘Not a library,’ Sir Archedis said.
‘—because we think the Librarians might be interested in them.’
‘They’re quite well protected,’ Archedis said in his deep voice. ‘A half platoon of soldiers and two Crystin! But I suppose it couldn’t hurt to have an Oculator around too, particularly when there are Librarians in town!’
He glanced over my shoulder. ‘I see that you’ve brought young Bastille with you,’ he added. ‘Good job – keep her moving about and not wallowing in her punishment!’
I glanced back at Bastille. She’d focused on Sir Archedis, and I thought I was beginning to see some emotion return to her. Likely she was thinking about how much she’d like to ram something long and pointy into his chest.
‘I’m sorry we had to meet under such poor circumstances, Lord Smedry,’ Archedis said to me. ‘I’ve been following your exploits.’
‘Oh,’ I said, flushing. ‘You mean the books?’
Archedis laughed. ‘No, no, your real exploits! The battle against Blackburn was reportedly quite impressive, and I would have liked to see that fight with the Alivened. I hear that you handled yourself quite well.’
‘Oh,’ I said, smiling. ‘Well, thanks.’
‘But tell me,’ he said, leaning down. ‘Did you really break a Crystin sword with that Talent of yours?’
I nodded. ‘Hilt came right off in my hand. I didn’t realize it, but the problem was my emotion. I was so nervous that the Talent activated with a lot of power.’
‘Well, I guess I just have to take your word!’ Archedis said. ‘Would you like a knight as guard for your person during this investigation?’
‘No,’ I said. ‘I think we’ll be fine.’
‘Very well, then,’ he said, slapping me on the back. (Side note: Getting slapped – even affectionately – on the back by someone wearing gauntlets is not comfortable.) ‘Carry on, and best of luck.’ He turned to the soldiers. ‘Let them pass and follow their orders! This is the heir of House Smedry!’
The soldiers, en masse, saluted. With that, Archedis marched out the door, armor clinking.
‘I like that guy,’ I said after he was gone.
‘Everyone does,’ Sing said. ‘Sir Archedis is one of the most influential knights in the order.’
‘Oh, I don’t think everyone likes him,’ I said, glancing at Bastille. She was watching the doorway.
‘He’s amazing,’ she whispered, surprising me. ‘He’s one of the reasons I decided to join.’
‘But he was one of the ones who voted to have you stripped of your rank!’
‘He was the least harsh on me,’ Bastille said.
‘Only because I convinced him to be.’
She regarded me with an odd expression; it seemed that she was coming out of her funk a little bit. ‘I thought you liked him.’
‘Well, I do,’ I said.
Or at least I had liked him – right up until the point that Bastille had started talking about how wonderful he was. Now, quite suddenly, I became convinced that Sir Archedis was plain and dull-witted. I prepared to explain this to Bastille, but was interrupted as the soldiers began to make way for us to pass.