Captain Max

Strangely enough, I do recognize the man. Not from any memory,though, but rather from the description in the book I've just read, which he matches closely. A contemporary of Naomi's, he must be in his 40s by now, but still maintains the roguish good looks that he supposedly held in his youth. Tall, broad shouldered yet lean, with a handsome, angular face framed with his trademark shoulder-length silver hair. "You...are Lord Maximilian, the Silver Knight, Captain of the dragon riders, correct?" I say nervously.

He smiles broadly. "In the flesh. But, please, call me Max - you always have, anyway." I quickly explain that I recognized him from his description in the book, rather than my actual memory. He nods thoughtfully.

"A novel approach, Anorkin. I trust your other endeavors to recover my lady's memory will proceed quickly. After all, even I cannot keep a lid on this news forever. Too many at the border post saw her. I have sworn them to secrecy, but still, it's just a matter of time..."

I am wondering how big an uproar news of "Naomi's" return will be, or at least I should have been, had I not been so taken in by Max. The book described him as a renowned ladies man during the war, and it's easy to see why. There was never mention of any relationship between he and Naomi, but they being youngest of the four heroes and the closest in age during the war, I wonder...

"Is something wrong, milady?" Max asks; only then do I realize I've been staring and have totally lost track of the conversation. I look away, blushing. "Er, it's nothing. I'm just a little tired."

"Of course, I will take my leave of you, then. Take care, I look forward to speaking with you when your memory is recovered." Turning to the wizard, he says "Anorkin, I or Tomas will check in on her progress from time to time. Let us hope your reputation as a healer does not dissapoint. Farewell."

1. Max departs, and I return to bed.
2. Max departs, and I return to bed. I have another premonition/dream.
3. As Max is leaving, he places his hand on my shoulder, then recoils. "What are you wearing? Sackcloth?" He turns to Anorkin angrily and demands an explanation.

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