Chapter 16: The Art of Diplomacy

Chapter 16: Chapter 16: The Art of Diplomacy

Daniel straightened up. The cold fury in his eyes faded, replaced by something else. Something calmer. Smoother. He dusted off his shirt, wiped the blood from his nose, and turned to face the old man.

Then he bowed.

Not a small bow. A deep, respectful bow. The kind that said I acknowledge your authority. The kind that said I am not a threat.

"Sir," Daniel said, his voice calm and measured. "I apologize for the disturbance. I understand this looks bad. A stranger, causing a scene in your town. Fighting in your streets. I get it."

The old man’s eyes narrowed. He didn’t speak. He just watched.

Daniel straightened up and gestured toward the unconscious man on the ground. "But let me explain what happened. I was walking through your town, minding my own business, when this man and his friend started insulting my companion here." He nodded toward Lyra. "Loudly. Publicly. Saying she should kill herself. Saying she’s trash. Saying her family was right to abandon her."

The crowd shifted. A few people looked away. The old man’s expression didn’t change, but his grip on his walking stick tightened.

"I asked him to apologize," Daniel continued. "He refused. He laughed. He called her noble trash. So I challenged him to a duel. Fair and square. He accepted. We fought. I won."

He paused, letting the words sink in.

"Now, I understand that violence in your streets is unacceptable. I understand that I am a stranger here. But sir, I could not stand by and let a woman be treated that way. Not when she had done nothing to deserve it. Not when the only crime she committed was being born blind."

The old man was silent for a long moment. Then he turned to the crowd.

"Is this true?" he asked. His voice was quiet, but it carried. "Did this man insult the girl? Did he refuse to apologize?"

The crowd hesitated. They looked at each other. They looked at Daniel. They looked at the unconscious man on the ground.

Then someone spoke up. "Yes, my lord. It’s true."

Another voice. "He said she should kill herself."

"He called her noble trash."

"He laughed at her."

The old man listened. He didn’t interrupt. He just nodded slowly, his eyes moving from face to face. When the last voice had fallen silent, he turned back to Daniel.

"You defended your companion," he said. "You challenged him to a fair duel. You won. And now you apologize for the disturbance?"

"Yes, sir," Daniel said. "I regret that it came to violence. But I do not regret defending her."

The old man studied him. His sharp eyes moved over Daniel’s face, his clothes, his posture. Then they moved to Lyra, who was standing quietly behind Daniel, her cane in her hand, her head tilted toward the sound of his voice.

"You are from the Prick family," the old man said to her. It wasn’t a question.

Lyra nodded. "Yes, my lord. The third daughter."

"And they sent you here. To Fallbrook."

"Yes, my lord."

The old man’s jaw tightened. A flicker of something crossed his face. Disgust, maybe. Or pity.

He turned back to Daniel. "What is your name?"

"Daniel Black, sir."

"Daniel Black." The old man repeated the name like he was tasting it. "You are a stranger here. You have no ties to this town. Yet you defended one of its unwanted with more honor than its own people showed."

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small leather pouch. He tossed it to Daniel, who caught it easily.

"Ten silver coins," the old man said. "As an apology. For the behavior of my people. And for the disturbance you had to endure."

Daniel looked at the pouch in his hand. Then at the old man. Then he bowed again.

"Thank you, sir. I accept your apology. And I apologize again for the trouble."

The old man nodded. He turned and walked away, his guards falling into step behind him. The crowd parted to let them through, and within moments, they were gone.

Daniel stood there, the pouch in his hand. Then he turned to Lyra.

"We should find a place to stay," he said. "And maybe get some food. I’m starving."

Lyra didn’t respond. She just stood there, her face unreadable.

"Lyra?"

"I heard you," she said quietly. "I heard everything."

Daniel frowned. "Are you okay?"

She was silent for a moment. Then she smiled. A small, genuine smile.

"I’m okay," she said. "Let’s find that inn."

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