A year is a long time. It was long enough for Caelan to be formally invested as the Count of Devereux and grow accustomed to the endless duties of his station. But for an ordinary man to become a Master Knight in a single year, with no prior swordsmanship to speak of? That was no time at all.
“Gareth.”
“My lord?”
“This ‘Master Knight’… it’s the same as a Swordmaster, isn’t it?”
“Yes, my lord. That’s correct.”
Swordmaster.
To someone like
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