"Well, it's more detailed than that..." And she recites the long, caveated Seal again just to make sure. And also for the audience.

The audience is steadily increasing. So far the Shepherd is the only one to have made it here from the battlefield, but the Drunk is arriving. Susan Fell is probably here but isn’t showing her face yet. The council members have started to hear or sense that something is happening; the Queen’s Man has made his way in and the Sphinx has landed. She has a disapproving look for all concerned.

”I hear your terms,” Conquest says, “and accept them.”

"And I accept yours."

"Then I, Conquest of Toronto, agree to be bound by the strictures of the Seal of Sadde as long as the relation lasts." (Several audience members facepalm. Subtly. So as not to annoy their Lord.)

Their soon-not-to-be Lord. "How about we find a way for me to not have a cut on my chest and then do a ritual, hmm?"

Jeremy steps forward. “It’s not proper healing, but this’ll make it tolerable and not disabling. Temporarily.” He himself is down an arm, but still moving completely steadily.

One of his goat-legged followers waves a rod over the wound and passes Sadde a cup.

She takes it and... drinks? Is it a drinking cup? Is she meant to drink?

It’s a drinking cup.

It’s wine, of course. Sent from a god thereof. But the main effect is the one the Drunk said. The pain is still there; Sadde can feel the throbbing if she concentrates on it; it’s just not demanding attention the way pain usually does. “You won’t bleed out any more either,” the goat-legged man says, “so feel free to get up to whatever blood-flow-requiring activities you might want to.”

She nods and bows her head. "I thank you." Then she turns back to Conquest. "Shall we?"

“Certainly.” He rams the butt of his musket into a wall, then scatters the loose bricks into a circle. “If you’d step inside?”

She does.

“I, Conquest, agree to be bound by the oaths of Solomon and Sadde, and the traditions of the practice, both old and new,” he begins.

Every practitioner and Other in the city, Sadde especially, gets a nonverbal sense that Something Is Happening, and a direction if they want to come witness it. Being Lord has its perks.

"I, Sadde Woods, already bound by Solomon's oath as well as mine own, offer witness to this event and renew my vows," she continues. This ritual is fairly customisable, so she'll customise it.

“I offer my strength, as an ally in your battles and in your war, and claim entry to the world of man and mortal.”

Most things are at least a little customizable, and this is a well-trod ritual with a Great Personage participating and confirming that it counts. There’s more than enough leeway to name what he’s getting before it’s offered.

"I offer right of existence in the world of man and mortal, as well as the knowledge and wit to expand the horizons of what conquest is and can be, and I accept your strength and alliance, as well as your companionship and guidance."

Two can play that game.

“I will guard your life and your strongholds, and offer my position and stature.”

They have quite the audience now. Still mostly uninterrupted, aside from a quiet “what the fuuuuuuck” when Duncan Behaim recognizes what’s going on.

She does not look at Duncan but she does so love to cause this reaction.

"I will protect your name and legacy, and offer to share with you the power I will gain as I learn and grow."

“My victories will be your victories, and your conquests my glories.”

Other reactions include: a couple Sisters of the Torch listening, one quietly on her cell phone and forwarding updates; the Fell-Attwell family out in the open; the Queen’s Man taking some deep breaths; and Jeremy, Isadora, and the Shepherd giving each other meaningful looks like they think they’re telepathic. 

"My humanity will be your tether, and together we shall become greater than apart."

“I accept the offered sustenance, and by that same compact I join with you.”

"By the old and new laws, I join with you," she finishes.

“I, Conquest, Lord of Toronto, accept and likewise swear.”

There’s a bit of a light show. A large red sun hangs in the dark sky behind Conquest. Flashes of battles long past appear for fractions of a second. A crowned archer rides from one scene to another on a white horse. He looks nothing at all like Conquest’s current appearance but is obviously this theme’s protagonist. All of this takes place on a frozen landscape of thin snow, broken by piles of fallen weapons and torn banners. Stones jutting out from the ground serve as walls that warriors are backed into in one scene, then as thrones of judgement in the next. On Sadde’s side, her Seal has its representative diagram projected into the sky and filling half the field of view. As they finish the ritual, Conquest’s flickering images move toward the Seal and fill it while leaving the outside empty.

The lights flash one last time, all together, and then the ghostly images are gone. Where Conquest’s humanoid form used to be is now only an enormous white dog.

......awwww! Who's a good boy? Who's a good boy?? It's Conquest!!!!!! He's a good boy!!!!!

She will courageously refrain from saying this aloud or petting him, and will instead grin at him and bow her head. "It's a pleasure to work with you now, Conquest. I hope you will forgive the destruction and damage I caused, and that we can have a constructive and mutually fulfilling relationship."

He is well over three feet tall at the shoulder, at least twice as long, and could probably crush most people present without lifting a finger by sitting on them, not to mention he is an Incarnation of beating people up and taking their stuff. He is not a good boy. .

...yeah, everyone's thinking it.

"I believe we can." No humanoid voice box, but for all anyone knows that was also true of his walking-painting form from earlier. "You have shown yourself a capable ally who will do well as an agent of Toronto, and with all these witnesses present I—"

"Well, actually..." comes an interruption. "I think you'll find that you haven't been Lord for a good few seconds now." Everyone turns to look at the Queen's Man, who is visibly sweating despite the cold.

"What is the meaning of that?" Conquest thunders.

...well she had actually been planning—or, rather, counting—on losing a fight for Lordship, but if there's some loophole that means he's no longer Lord already... she can be very surprised.