He is sure, as he listens to Merek, that the man is right. Arthur would never bar him from following his conscience, or the will of God. Turning back to Merek, he stares at the man's outstretched hand for a moment, trying to decide what to do.
And then, unexpectedly, an idea occurs to him: What if there could be a way for God, Arthur, and both Merek and himself to all get what it is they ask for?
"My friend." Rather than grip the man's hand, he takes the knight's single, offered one lightly in both of his own, with one laid over the top of the back of his hand. It is a silent gesture in the name of the peace and compromise he wishes for between them. "What say you, Merek, to the idea of a compromise?"
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And then, unexpectedly, an idea occurs to him: What if there could be a way for God, Arthur, and both Merek and himself to all get what it is they ask for?
"My friend." Rather than grip the man's hand, he takes the knight's single, offered one lightly in both of his own, with one laid over the top of the back of his hand. It is a silent gesture in the name of the peace and compromise he wishes for between them. "What say you, Merek, to the idea of a compromise?"