Tucking the note away, Montague smiled at Rath and said, "You should know that the child on the cliff was not a task we arranged. The others were, but that boy was meant to have dropped something over the side that would have been easily and safely retrieved. We would never endanger anyone. What you did was very brave, to be admired by the Fates themselves. His Royal Majesty grants you a boon in reward: you may ask for anything in his power to give, so long as the granting brings no harm to another and does not give you an unfair advantage in the rest of the tournament."
"What?" Rath felt like his heart was going to pop. He wanted to laugh and scream and cry all at once. "I don't know. I didn't do anything special. Anyone else would have done the same."
"On the contrary, by your own account there were other people there who could have acted as you did, and they did not. Instead, they stole your belongings and left you to risk your life. Name your boon."