Faraquiel slept peacefully that night. He had dueled Citharion o and won. He had restored his familyo s honor. The fight had been surprisingly long, as one needed to hit their opponent only once to claim victory for himself. Faraquiel and Citharion had duel furiously, neither able to find an opening, until Faraquiel had daringly grabbed his opponento s blade and disarmed Citharion by hand.

The celebration had been magnificent. Much pork had been eaten, and for desert, square cake and delicious golden apples. Faraquiel was now free from the shame his father had brought the family. No expense was to be spared. Faraquiel had even served grilled enderman, an extremely expensive delicacy. Afterwards, Farauiel had had a tamed skeleton juggle enderpearls o quite a feat, as each time one catches a pearl, they teleport. Lastly, just before everyone could go home, Faraquiel had a servant bring enderegg for them, the rarest and most delicious food in the empire.

Tomorrow Faraquiel would visit the temple and thank Notch for the victory. Then, more basking. Yes, that sounded about right.


Citharion could not sleep that night. His familyo s honor had been shattered o and it was entirely his fault. He was sure tomorrow he would have to pack up his worldly possession and leave his home, head for another city, perhaps leave Far Lands province. He wished his father had never shamed the house of Carantho twenty years ago and brought fame and riches upon their family.

Perhaps Citharion should have realised that Faraquiel would pull something unexpected. That had always been like him. The traditional warriors were waning compared to the radicals like Faraquiel, who were growing in number. It disgusted Citharion. He would have to act.


The next morning Faraquielo s servant Chalas awoke before her master, as usual. She began to prepare breakfast, mushroom stew and milk. She knew that Faraquiel would want to celebrate more today, but she didno t mind. After all, as a servant of Faraquiel, she was technically part of his household.

Chalas finished the breakfast, so she called up the stairs to her mastero s room, to wake him up. His reply sounded a tad off. He had probably eaten himself sick last night. Chalas smiled at the thought. She heard him walk across the room and open his window, so Chalas went back to the kitchen to make Faraquielo s tea. He always liked his tea piping hot, so she always held off on making it until he was already awake.

Chalas finished the tea, and still Faraquiel was not downstairs. She walked upstairs to his roo to see if anyting was wrong. The sight that greeted her was not pretty.

Someone had entered the house last night, and left through the window earl this morning. The one clue as to the identity of the intruder was a diamond sword protruding from Faraquielo s back. Chalas knew the sword well. It belong to Citharion, the man her master had dueled yesterday.

The man she was now honorbound to kill.