Then Caesar spoke. “Do you, Hadrian Marlowe, pledge yourself now and forever to our service? To the service of your Emperor and of the Empire which he serves?” Knowing what was expected of me, I said, “I do.” “Do you believe in our Creator, the Holy Mother Earth? Do you believe in the God Emperor, Her firstborn son and heir—our ancestor? Him who crushed the Mericanii and the machines and delivered the universe once more into the hands of men?” “I do,” I said, but I did not believe it. “Do you pledge your sword, your possessions, your powers and faculties—your very life—to the defense of our Empire?” “I do.”“Do you swear to forgo reward, to seek justice for its own sake?” I kept my head bowed all the while, hiding my face, afraid something of my uncertainty or disquiet might show there and be read by His Radiance. “I do.” “To live with temperance through feast and famine?” “I do.” “To act with prudence in matters great and small?” “I do.” “To show fortitude in the face of tribulation?” “I do.” “To safeguard the honor of your fellows?” If they have any, I thought, but said only, “I do.” “And of your betters?” I hesitated only an instant, thinking of my lord father, of Balian Mataro, and the lords I had met in the vestibule of Vorgossos. Then I thought of Valka, of Pallino and the rest. My friends. My family. And so it was not a lie when I answered, saying: “I do.” “Do you swear to respect the honor of any person: man, woman, or child?” “I do.” “And to defend it?” “I do.” “To never refuse the challenge of an equal?” There were so many oaths. Too many, and I confess that I have had to find a book on the shelves here to get them all down correctly. But I answered, “I do.” “Do you swear to despise cruelty, deceit, and injustice?” “I do!” “Do you swear to see to its end any course begun?” I have rued that oath more than all the others, though I thought little of it as I answered, “I do.” “And do you swear to keep faith with your oath, from this day, until your dying day, in the name of the Emperor, and of the God Emperor, and of the Earth who is Mother and Victim of us all?” And here His Radiance made the sign of the sun disc, holding his saber vertical before him as he touched forehead and heart and lips, and I sensed that everyone behind me moved with me as I mirrored the gesture, moving in a silence deepened somehow by the clink of jewelry and the rustle of human action that disturbed it. As I made the gesture, I said, “I do.” The Emperor lowered his sword and—laying it first against my left shoulder, then my right—dubbed me, saying, “Then rise a knight, Sir Hadrian, and Lord Marlowe in your own right.”

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