Possibly. Going from Master to Grandmaster is an immense deal to Dwarves, but Mathilde is being treated more as a Mathilde than as a Wizard these days, and she's already a Grandmaster at being Mathilde.
A Mathilde
"These umgi coin-chasers have been hanging in there for quite a while. For umgi, anyway. Nothing on proper dwarven work, why they've only been helping out for a short decade or two." the Thane of Karak Azul told his paymaster.
"So many Umgi come and go, seeking our coin and steel. The mountains are no place for them. Many try to claim they are
strolendreki, but few are true to the call." The Longbeard replied.
"Still, this lot seems to have a real craving for the mountain vales." The paymaster grumbled. Which was a shame, as the damn things kept coming back and making tiny hamlets out there. "They're well enough for scouts and get along with Rangers and Slayers, but damn me if it isn't easier to extract compliments from an elgi then get them to fall back behind the walls when the grobi come calling. Their bows are wasted outside when the siege comes, but try telling them that! It's like telling a Slayer to wear armor!"
Manling foolishness that, but they had survived and stuck around for long enough now. The Thane quietly cursed. "Well, they've passed the trials. Not a coin claimed that wasn't paid in blood, grobi or theirs. And they go right back and spend it here, hells we have a second generation of the damn things taking up bows! No, it's time old friend. We can no longer be content with ignoring their service. These Longshanks, with their manling gods have proven themselves. Their scouting and actions during the Waargh can be their graduation test. Debts were made, written in blood, and now must be repaid, as was shown by Belegar and the First." The Thane shook his head in disbelief. When the idea had passed among the more level headed of the Karaz Ankor, he'd grumbled with the rest of them. Never through an Umgi would pass the conditions listed there in his lifetime, but as ever, it appeared that the wisdom of the Elders was beyond his merely Longbeard wits.
As was proper. "As Thane of Karak Azul," the Thane proclaimed in the Grand Hall," I do hereby grant" the Thane looked down, checking the words provided by the Loremaster, "the Order of Taal and Rhya, in the persons representing it under the name of Longshanks of the World's Edge Mountains, the title of Journeyman Mathilde, with all that entails. Let them be welcome in any Karak of the Karaz Ankor, to trade and settle on the edges of our mountain homes in peace, and aid all dawi and shelter beneath our walls in times of war. A toast, my bretheren: to more hands peppering the enemies of the dawi with shafts and luring them into traps! To the friendships forged with Rangers and Slayers. Hail the Longshanks, Journeyman Mathilde's!"
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Two mountain chains and several provinces away, the Emperor received this announcement with some apprehension. "They'll never use it, your Majesty. It will never be important. It's just an honor title, Mandred! What do you have to say for yourself Godmother!?" The Emperor questioned, exasperated and not a little bit worried with the kind of religious mess this might cause.
He blinked, looking at the empty chair across from himself, before laying his face in both palms. "Should we bring her back, Your Majesty?" His guards asked. The Emperor looked at them in pity. "They couldn't find that one back when she was just a Journeymen taking her exams. You think you can track her down now? By all means, do so." He commanded, confident it would, if nothing else, be learning lesson for his people. No, he knew exaclly who to talk to. It was time to chase down his venerable mother. If he could bear to face the embarrassment of a woman who looked younger than him.
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Damn it, Mom. Do you and your friends have to keep embarrassing me and my Empire like this?"