There was no doubt in Lombard's mind. The man had done it. He'd done it. After all that time, all those failures, there was finally a knight of Stormfront's kingdom that had done it.
Even in the lands that surrounded theirs, Lombard knew of no warrior that had even managed to touch fingers with the Sixth Boundary, save for Arthur, but Arthur had fallen too early to properly cross that line.
"You've done it," Lombard said. His voice could not contain his awe. It was the pinnacle of progress. It was the hope of the Kingdom. If the people in the Capital knew what had happened, there'd be months upon months of celebration.
The tide would shift in the war. Even their King would not be able to help but praise him, Dominus Patrick, the first to cross the Sixth Boundary. Scorned, as he was, rogue, as he'd become, he'd crossed the Sixth Boundary before anyone else.
