Lahav BenIdan will forever be remembered as a warrior not many could stand against. His legacy lives on in the stories by Edithe le Belle, Adelise, and others. Over the centuries many have claimed that they are greatly exaggerated, but they seldom need to be. He is always looking for the most difficult fight and coming out of it wounded, but alive. Many people have hoped that after marrying Ishri Saint-Clair he would settle down to lead a much calmer life. He has proven them very wrong.

“Uncle Gerard, tell us about Sir Lahav! You haven't told us his story in a while.”

Gerard looks at the children sitting around his chair, and smiles as they look at him expectantly.

“Very well then. Lahav is a valiant, fearless knight, who laughs in the face of danger. He wields his mighty sword, Khurban, that he has crafted himself, out of the horns, fangs, claws and carapaces of the fae beasts he has slain…”

“Skip to the part where he fought all the imps in York,” interrupts one of the children, her voice high and a little squeaky.

“No, the fire-farting cow is a more interesting fight!” argues another and makes an appropriate noise to illustrate it.

“You mean, the bonnacon?” Sir Gerard attempts to control the young knights-to-be.

“No, tell us about the time he fought Demetrius Khages at the Frothwick castle.”

“Forthwick! Hilde, it's Forthwick,” the old knight makes one more attempt at getting the facts right.

“I like his adventures in Norway, with the trolls and Uncle Rhydian. When he was captured, because he was feared so much. Arrrrrr!”

“What about the time he 'sploded a sea dragon from the inside? He had one of these enchanted potions that he tossed into the beast's mouth, and BOOM!” The child waves their arms to indicate just how big the explosion was.

“No, the Ifrit is much, MUCH better. They are made of fire. That was a better fight.”

“Robby, have you been talking to Sir Thomas and Lady Maryushka again?”

“No, just to Chirp…”

Gerard shakes his head and resigns himself to listening to the children talking over one another.

“He also fought Queen Joan in the tournament and didn't know it was her.”

“Tournaments are boring! I like how he and uncle Rhydian assassinate Queen Tabitha and fought her unicorns.”

“You are a meanie! Unicorns are lovely, why would you kill them…”

“What about Uncles Lahav and Rhydian fighting off the Divine Legion, just the two of them against hundreds of enemies on the walls, slashing left and right.”

“What about the fight against the Goddess of Carnage?”

“That is NOT appropriate for children,” Gerard interrupts.

“How about the Peasants' Revolt?”

“But politics are boring…”

“But he fought St. Gavin one on one.”

“All right!” Gerard finally interrupts, noticing that the children are getting frustrated and tired. “I will tell you how Sir Lahav have fought the demiurge Dythaem and St. Edith who had been bound by oaths to serve the wretched fae. It was not a simple fight. Fire spells and lighting was by far not enough to defeat the mad scholar…”

The story goes on until the children start nodding off and fall asleep as they are sitting there. Sir Gerard stops there and herds them to the sleeping quarters, carrying the two most sleepy ones in his arms. As he walks behind them, one boy turns round and asks:

“Will you tell us tomorrow how Uncle Lahav fought Etzen, please?”

“Lahav didn't fight Etzen, little one. That's one of the few fights he has missed out on. Now off to sleep with you.”