The summoning circle was already prepared for him ahead of time and the last component, the shard of wood from the infamous Trojan horse, had been placed in its centre; the only thing remaining was the ritual itself and the chant. But, Dieter was somewhat hesitant to begin the summoning, struck as he was by a last minute bout of second thoughts as he questioned once again whether or not he could do this. Whether or not he even wanted to.

There were other Master’s on standby should he decide not to do this, he wasn’t necessary. He was replaceable. And yet, he’d still come to London, still collected the catalyst prepared for him and was still standing here in this hall as the others summoned their Servants around him. Something was driving him forward, despite his hesitance, even if he didn’t know himself what it was.

[color=8dc73f][i]Let silver and steel be the essence.
Let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation.
Let black be the color I pay tribute to.
Let rise a wall against the wind that shall fall.
Let the four cardinal gates close.
Let the three-forked road from the crown reaching unto the Kingdom rotate.

Let it be declared now;
your flesh shall serve under me, and my fate shall be with your sword.
Submit to the beckoning of the Holy Grail.
Answer, if you would submit to this will and this truth.

An oath shall be sworn here.
I shall attain all virtues of all of Heaven;
I shall have dominion over all evils of all of Hell.

From the Seventh Heaven, attended to by three great words of power,
come forth from the ring of restraint, protector of the holy balance![/i][/color]

His voice was low, the chant not spoken with as much confidence or vigour as some of the others, but it seemed the ritual did not care much for such things as it worked nonetheless. Dieter covered his eyes with his arm as the swirling Od picked up again with the addition of his own summoning to the mix, coat flapping in the strong wind. When he lowered his arm he saw his Servant for the first time; tall and strong and intimidating, clad in golden armour and carrying a spear and shield like he was prepared to go to war at any moment. His crested helmet obscured his face, but beneath it Dieter could sense the eyes of his Servant on him; the sensation nearly paralysed him.

[color=fff200]“I am Rider. Are you to be my Master?”[/color]

[color=8dc73f]“J-ja.”[/color]

That seemed to be enough for Rider, or at least no other answer seemed to be forthcoming; he just continued to stare at him silently, as if waiting for something to happen. He wondered what his Servant saw when he looked at him, if the reason he was quiet was because he was disappointed with what he saw?